Last night was the first night I did not sleep well since the day. To my surprise, I fall asleep quite easily at night these days. Maybe it’s the fatigue of my eyes, or there’s a part of me that wants to go to sleep so I can forget reality for a few hours, I don’t know. Kiko taught me a lot, there’s a lot of wisdom in that old man behind the curly hair and droopy ears. He taught me how to deal with death, something that I’ll inevitably have to come across more often as I age. He taught me to be a better husband, father, son, brother, and friend, his passing was a reminder that I suck at all these relationships. He taught me many things about myself too. I always imagined that when he passed, Melody would be devastated and I would be really sad, but can still hold it together to comfort her. Truth is we are both equally devastated, we take turns each day but between us we are managing to get by. He taught me it’s fine to be vulnerable, evident by these daily logs of me spilling my guts. He taught me to seize the day, because any day, really any day can be the last day. I know his final lesson for me is life will go on, I thank him for showing me how to grow up.