Hey Buddy,

Hope things are going OK. Then again, where you're at, I can only imagine perfection, and that you're at peace.

Though it's been almost 4 months, we miss you terribly. I can't say I go through what your family may struggle with, but you are after all my 'brother'. It's surreal, the realization that you're gone, at least from this physical world. It's difficult realizing that we can't even make a simple phone or Skype call just to chat. Or to confide in my work, or to run a heme-onc case by you. Or just to complain about the wife

I miss those days. I miss the post-call days we went out to stuff ourselves silly. Or when we attempted to play tennis (I'm not sure you could call what we did 'tennis'). The Battlestar Galactica nights.

Funnily enough, one of those things that made me think of you the other week, was Halo. Yup, after a year of sitting in the drawer, I played Halo 3 again. And I couldn't for the life of me figure out why this time round I was having such a tough time getting through the levels. Until I realized, I had a wingman the last time we played. Oh God, how we played. Remember those Sunday 8 AM to 2 PM games? Or when we didn't want to waste a nice spring day playing video games? (and so we brought the damn TV and Xbox outside?).

We had good times, didn't we? I still think of those times, everytime I look at the wall art I have hanging in my study. Yup, the one of two guys playing cards, the one that you claimed "looked gay".
The funniest thing happened the other day. I got a Facebook message from you, wishing me a Happy Birthday. The first thing I thought of was, "Wow, they must have good Wifi in Heaven!". And then I realized your wife had sent me a message but was logged into your account. But still, it was a good laugh. The kind of humor you and I are used to.
It's been 4 months. But know that we miss you dearly still, and will always do. Perhaps the pain and the tears will get better, but we'll never forget you. Till the next time, buddy, be well.