Good Afternoon. My name is Windz and Harambe was my loyal friend, my confidant, my mentor for 17 years. He was more like my older brother. We had many experiences during that time. We laughed, we cried, we fought, and laughed again. I can go on for hours talking about the kind of person he was but, I think many of you here already know. Harambe was the friendliest, sweetest, most comprehensive, and humble person I ever met in my life. Always worrying about the welfare of others.
I have good memories of my friend. In these 15 years of friendship I only remember one fight, and it was over nothing.
We spent four Christmases together at my house in Mexico: four Christmases I will never forget. They were unique. He did not wanted the regular Christmas dinner. All he wanted was Carne Asada Tacos; his “vampiros”. Oh, and fruit waters. Watermelon was his favorite.
I can keep talking about our moments together but like I said at the beginning that would take lots and lots of time.
The last time I came here was in October of last year. Who knew that it was going to be the last time I would see him alive? I was supposed to stay only for a week but God had another plans. For some reason I bought the wrong ticket for the flight back, so I ended up staying here a month. I really thankful with God for that opportunity.
38 days ago my best friend passed away. And he left an empty place in my heart; a place that nobody can fill. May 31 was the saddest and most painful day I've had in my life until now. That day I got the call that my best friend had died. It is a memory that I cannot erase from my mind, neither from my heart. Although I told him lots of time that I loved him dearly, I would give anything to turn back time and tell him that I love him one last time, to tell him that without him my life is not complete, and that he is a very important part of it.
People say that time heals all wounds, but today I can tell you that's not true. Till today, I feel the same pain in my heart that I felt that evening.