I’ll never forget our first and last meeting, Miky.
The first time you cut my hair, I showed you a photo and said, “This is what I want.” You looked at it and said, “I’m not gonna do that.”
I was taken aback—until you added, “Because I’m going to make it look good.”
And you did.
From that day on, I never let anyone else touch my hair. You just got it—every time.
When we met for the last time, just a few weeks ago, I stood up from your chair and went in for our usual fist bump.
You looked at me and said, “I made it look good.”
You had never said that before.
You always wished me a nice weekend, made a quick joke, or just nodded.
But this time, you said it. And only later, when I heard of your passing, I understood the weight of those words.
You really had made it look good, all those years.
Thank you for the laughs, the warmth, and the jokes about having nightmares from my hair.
I miss you.
Rest in peace, Miky! 🙏