There are times I wish I could quit everything for a month or two and just retreat and take care of myself. I need it and I can feel it.
It’s been two years since I’ve heard your goofy laugh, your distinguishable cackle. It’s been 730 days since I’ve seen you tell a story, trying to outdo yourself each damned time. It’s been a long two years since I saw that adorable smile and your gangly body tripping over itself.
It’s been two years since you’ve teased me, since you’ve gauged my reactions to your outlandish claims. The house seems empty without presence. It’s eerie at times; it’s incomplete always.
You left us for some unknown reason and a seemingly brash decision robbed an entire life from us, from you. It robbed from us a friend, a brother from the man whom I love, and a true hero from the world.
We hope you’re at peace wherever you are. I hope the Valkyries have chosen you to enter Valhalla. You would be the greatest of warriors.
There’s no doubt about it.