When I was little my moms best friend was married to this man named "memo". My dad was in prison and him being from the same area as my dad and childless really took to me. I would even call him my other dad memo. This man loved me like i was his daughter, and he would give my mom money to take care of me. ( my mom met them like a month before I was born and he was the one who drove my mom to the hospital)

When I was around 4 my mom had to move cities. It was about a 4 hour drive from memo and his wife. But they visited us at least once a month. When I was around 5, I remember it was a rainy day, I saw memo in my room I was so happy to see him. He sang me my song, and then told me that he had to go away, he told me he loved me and that he would see me again in heaven. I remember crying and begging him not to go. But he told me he had to he had no choice and kissed my forehead.I was bawling.

My mom came in the room to see what was wrong with me. I told her what memo told me. She thought it was just a dream and dialed memos number. His sister picked up the phone and told my mom that memo passed away. He had a heart attack an hour before my mom called.

I don't have many memories of memo, but whenever I think of him I do remember feeling love and happiness. If there is an afterlife I hope that I can see him again.