In August 2010, I wrote a letter to Bobby Salcedo, one of my mentors, who passed away as a victim of senseless violence. Today I was inspired to write another letter. This one seemed more aptly titled “A Letter to My Friend,” but as you can see – he’ll always be a mentor to me. -cct
I think about you all the time, but today in particular, I thought about you twice.
In the morning, I was thinking about how proud you’d be of all of our academic endeavors and successes. About Dee going back to school. About Nereida graduating. About how if I ever finish this doctorate, it’d really be because of you.
And – silly as it sounds – I thought about you while watching Bones just now. A character passed away innocently at the hands of someone else, someone without a heart, without a concern for who they might be taking away. Maybe because of this story and the current political climate (and what I wouldn’t give to have a long conversation with you about the political climate right now!), I found myself emotionally caught up for the first time in awhile about you. I know we’ve done so much in your memory, but it destroys me a little knowing the people who took you away had no idea what they were doing. It destroys me a lot knowing that those people might never get caught.
You were larger than life, you know? And I still don’t quite believe that you’re gone. I mean, after all, the freeway naming is official, the scholarships in your name have contributed to changing lives, and here I am writing a letter to you in my writing blog referencing a Bones episode. So, no, I’m assuming you’re having a nice laugh at this letter somewhere. And you laughing? That’s the side of you I remember the most…the best.
I miss you, Bobby.