“There’s no place to say goodbye to him,” I said, overcome with emotion and a wave of booze. “If I can’t say goodbye, then how am I going to move on?” I asked through tears. “We’re never going to move on or get on with it,” Asia said. “There will never be a goodbye to him. I have to live with it. Thirty times a day, everything I see reminds me of him, everything I do relates to him. We will always be like this.”
