Morning My Friend,
I miss our conversations, really miss our conversations! Two years of adjusting to life without you. This second year was easier than the first but the ache of loss remains. A friend, a true friend with shared history is impossible to replace. We weren’t childhood friends, or college friends or even young adult friends, but once we began, we were in all the way.
Sure, we had shared life experiences and patience to listen to everything else. I applauded your passion for justice and advocacy against corruption. I listened carefully when you advice to offer. There was never a loss of words between us: in person, on the phone we shared it all.
I watch my dad now and realize that he has lost so many friends. He has almost no one to call and if he did he couldn’t hear them well.
I know my loss of you is just the beginning. Aging is not for the weak.
I knew this anniversary was coming even when I wasn’t focused on why I was feeling extra sad.
Today I’ll see my dad, get to another movie with Tuvia, torture myself until I pick up my guitar and practice for my lesson tomorrow, but as we ride up to Ellenville there’s a spot on 209 where I always see you, at this park in the woods for walking. I think we walked there maybe just once or twice but you are there for me.
See you friend,