Loss

I lost a dear friend but it has not sunk in. I still feel he is around. I talk to him. I still can hear his theater trained voice in my ear, hear his roaring laugh, see his middle finger under the table as he wanted to show me what he thought about a certain situation. An era passed. I still think I can just call up and we will go out next week. Drive over the water, have a lovely little lunch at a restaurant, go to a movie, pet the dogs, go home. The brain misfired more and more at the end but there was still a spark, something great about him. He came from a big family, always wanted to be loved by his religious brothers which never worked out quite as he expected. He had women who adored him everywhere. He could make everyone smile: "Sweethearts!" Yes, all of us were sweethearts. We will all miss you. Today at the funeral we sat all over the big church. He would not have liked it.  "Move up front! Move in together towards the middle!" Several years ago one of his brothers was buried at the same church. He snug out the back door. I think today he would have done the same if he could have.