Some days, it just hits me. It hit me again this morning as I was sipping coffee out of the mug I got you one Christmas.
It is an overcast morning. I am checking the weather to learn that snow is forecasted for next Thursday. Late I know.
I can’t help but be reminiscent today. It’s been a while since tears fell from these eyes of mine. I’ve been doing really well as of late. I wish you were here so I could tell you all about it. No matter how busy you were you always found time to lend an ear.
This morning, I’m thinking back to the time we carved pumpkins together in your dorm room and made more of a mess than we should have. We carved and talked for hours, then despite have a calculus exam later that week, we went down to the community kitchens to roast our pumpkin seeds. I miss that. I miss you.