Snippets of Grief

 I miss your guidance, numbnuts. How am I supposed to know what the right thing to do is, without you here to bounce things off?

 The little reminders are everywhere. Most of all, they're in the moments I go to tell you something specific; or I think I haven't seen you for a while, I better give you a call; or just the sheer space of you missing in my life.

 Notes from yesterday, because I was too tired to write to you. 1. You bastard! There are easier ways to get out of putting up the Christmas lights, you know. 2. Seriously, who's gonna buy me a birthday cake now? 3. You're supposed to be here to do all this stuff with, slimebiscuit.