Wesley,

I still don't know what you were to me. You'd challenged me every single opportunity since you moved to Vancouver on 21st June 2009, and I challenged you back because I saw the potential and genuineness in you. I thought you could become someone like Bill Gates, and I told you so. Thus I put so much effort and energy to guide you through over the years. I realized through the battle with you, I grew and became a better person.

When I first met you in 2006 in San Rafael, California, you were only 9, short and chubby. You used to walk in downtown San Rafael holding your dad's little finger. Do you remember that? You were almost as tall as your dad and ready to concur the world. Yet you were gone so suddenly and unexpectedly.

Your dad's sorrow is beyond words. You were his best friend and his music mentor. He was so proud of you, Wesley. It was a great joy to see you both getting along so well.

I don't know how to process your passing, dude. I was so proud of you who became such a fine young man finally. I thought my struggle had paid off and I started relaxing a little bit.

I know you just made a simple mistake once, and it was fatal. I'm sure you were wondering what had happened and why as well. You are still everywhere, Wesley. Your dad proposed to have a jam session at our house once a month so that your friends can come and play music. I think you'll love that. Then you'll live in us especially in our music.

I will miss you and I will talk about you as long as I live.

Lots of love,
Yumi