Assuming I did cover my apparent challenge of the day during my multiple challenge entry before this, I shall just shoot on ahead and speak about whatever I have got to go around sharing about. Today's topic is simply put...memories and the courage to remember.

I remember when I started out on this blog, it used to be called something uber cliche like "Life and Lies Through My Eyes" or something along that line until I switched over to "Elie Says" about 6 months later and after a year with that name, I decided to rename my blog Shneep's Corner with a painstakingly self-drawn on Adobe Illustrator header. I guess the only thing that has never changed is my blog URL because it was derived from the one man whose brother had inspired me to keep writing and has told me never to stop after reading a simply eulogy that I had put up on my old and pre-loved blog that has since turned private.

Today marks the 2nd year in which this very man has left us and he is none other than the very legendary Mr. Swithin Monteiro. I never knew the reason behind why you never drove a car or always appeared to have free time in your hands. I loved how you spoke about the dog you had and how he had come to your life; as though he was just there for you to pick up and care for. And that was who you always were. A man with a smile so warm that it hurts to not smile back and a man who hugs us back the very moment we hug your giant figure with warmth. The news of your stroke came as a shock to me and your death an even bigger one. While I regret that I have never gotten the opportunity to tell you a whole lot of things, I believe in the days that I look up the skies and that you are staring right back to see me achieve them the way you would have liked for me to do in the PR line. You probably wouldn't be THAT glad to see me switch on my majors midway but I know you'd encourage me either way. Thank you, Uncle Swithin and ultimately, Uncle Sandy (If you're reading this) for telling me never to give up after reading the eulogy I have pieced together for Uncle Swithin. I would have stopped writing without your words because I felt that my fire had burned out. Thanks for changing the wick in me and for pouring just a lot more fuel into my furnace for a brighter flare. It's amazing, and I owe it to you.