Wish I can say I have gotten over it. My brother-Federico, used to carry me home after we both got drunk, than I’d drag him home and all, bet it was a sight to see as well.. As he would carry me home, I carried him for the last time, to his new home. To my fathers, and little Petruccio’s final resting place. My life has changed so much since that night, I had to say, ˝grow up˝ in that short period of time. I guess you can say I will always miss ˝my old drinking buddies˝ but I believe that it is also important to move on, but never forget, and for that, today I raise a glass in their honor. Requiescat in pace.