Today I had a nice walk alone in the forest behind the school to think about Lev and what he would have done with his life, what he might be like at 22.
I still miss him terribly, but don't cry about it much. I am still bitter when I see friends of his growing older and becoming whomever they choose to be, but I'm glad for them, that they carry Lev's memories with them. He was a pretty strong character, one not easily forgotten.
It's nice to be here and have Liana share in some of the same experiences that Lev shared.
Another boy from Monteverde died a year ago at 15, so there are many people who have renewed compassion for us, and perhaps unfounded appreciation that we have figured out how to continue on with our lives.
Lev was such an interesting person it's a shame the world doesn't get to see who he would have become.
But it's nice to know so many people loved him and appreciated him.
