I will never be able to walk in the rain without thinking of him again. I will never be able to eat a Samoa again, or make a snapdragon talk again, or cook chicken cacciatore again. I will never be able to hear the words “long time” again, or sit by a campfire again, or hear that song again. I will never be able to see a kumquat again, or hear that particular text tone again, or watch Friends again, or eat black cherry vanilla ice cream again. I will never be able to walk on a boardwalk, or drink Crown Apple, or read Patrick Rothfus, or eat bacon again. I will never make an omelet, or wear that tee shirt, or have flower kisses, or go to that sandwich shop, or get on a plane, or a million other things again... without thinking of him.
He is with me forevermore.