There was this great man I used to know. He had this amazing energy that could fill up an entire room, no matter how big. He could make you feel good just by saying “Hello dear”!
He was a great story-teller. So good that you could never tell if everything was true or there were some (very small) invented parts.
He met a lot of important, famous people (like Mother Theresa and Ceausescu) and he had so many stories about them. I’m so sorry I can’t remember them all. People usually talk about his professional performances, which are impossible to ignore, by the way, but I don’t care about them. I don’t miss that part of him. I miss the part that used to touch my soul and make me feel special whenever he talked to me. I can still remember that feeling.
The first day I met him I was so nervous, wondering if I’d say the right things, do the right things… and everything was so natural. Just a pleasant afternoon spent on the porch, having some pizza and nice conversation.
There was something magic about you Harry and I miss you. I always will!