November 29th, 2001

The jour I Lost the l’amour of my life. Forever.

One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do toi want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, toi can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I a dit a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want toi to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.

"Ritchie, I need to tell toi something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out for lunch. I didn't say a word to him. About four months later I received a letter.


I am dying. The cancer has spread to my lungs, and my brain. This might be the last time I get to talk to you. It really hurt my feelings when toi ran out of the hospital that day. But I understand I scared you. I still have to tell toi something and I guess I have to tell toi through this letter.

I l’amour you, Ritchie. I l’amour toi so much. I needed toi to know I'm sorry. But my time has come. I'm ready to die. I'll miss you. Look for me when your gone. Thank toi for all toi have done. For being an amazing drummer, and a out standing friend, thank you. For everything.


I dropped the letter. "I-I. Oh my God." I tried to get there as fast as I could. It took two days to get there. "George, George!"

"You made it." he said. "Today is my last."

"No! toi can't die, toi can't! You're the youngest. It wasn't meant to be like this!"

He looked at me. "Make me happy one plus time." I understood. We had our first, yet our last kiss. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything, anything for you!"

"Wait... for me" Then he closed his eyes. For good.

I miss him plus and plus each day. But I've still kept going. For him. And I know my time is soon, getting closer each passing day, and I'll see him again.

That is the power of love.