Even after years of losing you so suddenly. . I don’t believe it. I still expect you to call and tell me we will be wiped out by hurricanes. What would you have said about the Mayans? Eep!
I see my conspiracy theories flourish in my brain and somewhere you are there. You are in the wonder I find in the smallest fragile things and in the darkness of my miseries. My enthusiasm comes from you and the fact I look like you in a dress, albeit a really nice dress, when I look in the mirror keeps you ever present.
So much ahead that I wish you would be here physically to share it all. But you are here and there and every chocolate malted I have I will honor you. Be near. I miss you an awful lot and love you quite a bit more. Don’t forget me!