It’s been on my mind all day. It’s late here, I should have been in bed by now, probably. The end of February 14, 2001.
It would have been Wally’s birthday today. The first since he died. He would have been 54.
Two days ago, his birthday reminder popped up on ICQ (it does this with all b-days). Eerie! I’ve never had the heart to take WallyM7 off the list, you see. So there is was. The li’l “birthday cake” icon blinking in my tray. “WallyM7 has a birthday”.
You know what? He DOES have a birthday. One year older - no doubt a very tough day for his family. I think of Amy, his lovely daughter that he introduced to the boards shortly before he left this world. I hope she and her family are doing OK today. I hope they’re finding a way to move on with their lives.
Because I, for one, am still amazed at how much I miss Wally sometimes. I mean, come on! I’m the rational type of guy. I only knew Wally through the Boards, the occasional e-mail, and during the last weeks, some hilarious ICQ conversations. Pretty superficial stuff. Right?
Apparently not. I miss you, Wally. I’m raising a beer for you here, mate. It’s in a can, but it’s essentially good stuff. I’m not religious, so I don’t have a clue where you are now. All I know is that I wish you were here, ya putz.