As my dear friend Aldo lay on my lap, I remember all the things that I had prepared myself to say to him. He knew how I felt. I knew he was relieved. The day has come that he would move on. I just wanted God to know how lucky he was to receive the same joy that Aldo gave me. As Aldo took his last breath, I looked to the Heavens and cried, “His name is Aldo, just call him.” With all the memories that I have of him,
no wonder my heart feels so heavy.