Milonga del ayer

That is the title of the song I've been listening to for the past ten minutes. It's a guitar piece. I'm covered in tears, thinking of your last passion in life: guitar. It brought memories of Ron, your guitar instructor, playing at your memorial. And then it made me think of how well you could be playing that piece by now. You would play it for me. I would dance it for you... with you.

As I play my life I face the dimension of my loss. Immeasurable.