It has been awhile since I could say I been happy, a year since his funeral that I did not want to attend. At first I tried convincing myself that he never did me any good and all he caused was trouble. Looking back now I see I was all wrong. He was a friend and more importantly my partner. He was always there to back me up and to dig me out of the worst situations. He saved my life a couple of times and gave me someone to talk to when I needed to tell someone something. Now he is gone, and I am still here, still alive. Still wondering why things went down the way they did. I will never know the true reasons for his untimely demise but at least I hope he found what he was searching for.
As for me, life moves on. I learned the hard way time does not stop for anyone. Just got to keep walking despite the pain. He would not be the first partner I lost. My first partner betrayed me in cold blood. Cost me big time, a permanent reminder in the metal that replaces flesh. At least he never betrayed me. Just sunk me into debt, and made me question my onboard cooking skills. He was one to always complain about the food or lack thereof. Damn it, I am going to miss that. Damn it, I still miss him.
At least I am not alone. That damn woman still seems to call my ship hers. She still continues to ruin my life with her obnoxious comments and her thieving ways. Some things just do not change. Even though I hate to admit it, I really do not mind her company anymore. I kind of feel bad for her because I understand her situation. She has no place to return to and neither do I. We are just two strangers walking the same path these days. At least she keeps things exciting even if she uses my bonsai trees for an ashtray.