I miss you, I never knew you.

It's been almost a year since I left home again to go to Glasgow. Almost a year since I reached Dubai airport with a phone that didn't work and finally called my frantic family on a pay phone to learn that the cause and object of my childhood/teenage celebrity obsession had died. Oh the sadness. The rest of the trip was a blur. Going back to an almost empty flat with a new flatmate I had never met and a life that was new and NOT that of a student. Getting emails and messages of condolences for the death of the man I never knew. And no one understood as no one in Glasgow knew me growing up. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the irony of it as the day before I left (today last year) my cousin who came to say goodbye asked me what I would do if Stephen Gately died(she met me first at the peak of my obsession and she asked me since my other favorite celeb, Michael Jackson died earlier that year). I told her since that was not going to happen anytime soon, I didn't want to think about it. The sad evil irony! Of course I blame my cousin and sister for the death. But as always, I had a smile on my face and said things were fine. So on the first anniversary of hearing the tragic tale of loss, here's to Stephen Gately, you flew away, you left, you flew away. Growing up, you made many people call me a sad, strange, boring loser but nevertheless, I was content being all that cause all it took was a CD to make me smile again. Many Thanks for Being There.
Love,
G. Gately.