I miss being able to talk to him.
I miss being able to share anything with him.
I miss being able to have any hairbrained idea and he had enthusiasm for it. For as long as mine lasted.
I miss having a champion.
I miss having someone who got all my stupid jokes.
I miss having someone who I’ve heard all his jokes a million times, but they were still funny.
I miss the easy companionship that came with 14 years of getting to know each other.
I miss his memory of people and places.
I miss the way he would look at me.
I miss his ability to be remarkably goofy and laugh at himself.
I miss how he would put everyone before himself… until he ran out of “spoons.”
I miss how he would listen to me as if I were the most important person in the world.
I miss how much he loved his boys.
I miss how he would do anything for his family.
I miss playing cards with him.
I miss the easy familiarity.
I miss him.