And it still hurts. How we draw upon you to give us strength to carry on fighting even when, in moments of weakness and ubiquitous frustration, we feel we could just throw in the towel. Your portrait is on my wall. Your best friend, Francisco Tziac, still cries for you, recalling your screams for mercy and his inability to save you. Five years have passed, a blink, a breath, a heartbeat.
Time flies, but memories linger.
Those who knew and loved you will forever keep you in their hearts. Like the Ides of March, it will come back to haunt them. Please, when you get this letter, light a candle for him. Stop what you are doing and sit. We have to change this world to stop such injustice.