Dear Polo,

I know what it feels to be helpless in a world of good and evil, in a world that can take human souls, chew them up and spit them out. But what is it to feel hopeless. They say that's what makes us human beings and different from other animals because we have Hope. So when someone is hopeless and loses faith in themselves, life, love, and the world, why is the best thing to do is remove themselves from it? Polo I wish I could get a do over to give you more of my time towards the end of your days. Where there's new life there's death, where there's happiness there's always sadness. Truly Ying and Yang of the world we live in. I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe the hurt would be even more unbearable the more I knew of your sadness and wanting to leave us. We are not immortal. Everyone leaves this world at some point. Some way too young and some way too soon. Polo you were one of those who left us way too soon. It saddens my heart that what has been left here representing you leaves a bitter taste in everyone's mouth, not of how you lived, not of how you died, but how your memory will live on. Those who knew you will combat that bitterness with sweet and happy memories of the person you were. How giving and sweet, thoughtful and down to earth, a hard worker and someone who wanted to make it better. Ive never lost someone this way and hope I never do again. I will try everyday to be a better me and let people know how much they mean to me. RIP now until eternity. And you will never be forgotten.