Although I know this will never be "over," I think I fooled myself into thinking it was and got jolted back into reality today on my way home from work. It was one of those rare days when I gave myself a job to do away from people but in close proximity to silence and thoughts. The thing I had no clue about before was exactly how much space was reserved for Kyle. It sometimes feels now as if my days consist of empty moments waiting to be filled with his laughter and his encouragement and his, well, his presence.
Did I tell you I never liked being called "buddy" by anyone else other than Kyle?