To my sweetheart Vic,
From the first moment I met you in GA chat on my first day until the last time we spoke the night before your heart attack, you were my friend, my family and a part of me. If you would have told me that first day that within a month we would become so close that both of us would complain if we didn't talk for a few hours each day, I wouldn't have believed you. I would wake up early to talk to you and you would stay up late to talk to me while I was at work. Every minute that I spent talking to you is precious to me and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I'll remember many of the things you said to me and the life lessons you taught me in our short time as friends. The two of us developed a bond and we just seemed to sync. I could often complete your thoughts and you could complete mine. We would share jokes in chat that others wouldn't get because they didn't share what we shared. I miss you testing me by saying a line from an older movie or changing details to see if I would recognize your reference. Amazingly enough, we rarely couldn't guess what the other was trying to say.
I've been lost without you and run the gamut of emotions since that day and others have noticed the changes in my behavior. I hope you've heard the things I've said to you when no one was listening. You made a man of science drop to his knees multiple times and beg whoever might be listening to bring you back to me. I regret that I joined GA so late when I had found it initially years ago. I could have shared more time with you rather than the 7 months we shared. I echo what Joe said above ... It wasn't enough time to spend with you and there never would've been enough time. I am not the same person who joined this site, and you are one of the biggest reasons for that.
I will not forget you, or let others forget you.
Love always,
Jackson
(Vic called me by my middle name in private)
P.S. For those of you who read my poem "Teach Me How" I would like to publicly acknowledge that this poem was written about Vic.