It’s been three years since you left us and after the first painful year, I miss you still. Often there’s a nudge and I am just about to reach for my phone to call and share something with you and I know I can’t. I can’t call you or my mom and I have to let it go.
It was so good to have your friendship for our years together in the days when I enjoyed conversations on the phone. We could talk for an hour, more, until one or both of us ached or had to race for the shower and an appointment.
I remember so well what each of us brought to the table. You were honest, I was energized.
No one has taken your place but I’m not sad anymore.
So my friend, I hope you exist somewhere. It’s way beyond me to think about a present you. Maybe I’ll understand more when it’s my time to join you.
For now I have you frozen in this picture with me, too bad you gave me such a hard time about taking pictures. That’s okay.