An absence

Our dear, dear friend died last week. He was a force, an adventurer, a loyal friend. He was generous and protective. He was creative, fun, and easy to be with. He was opinionated and unapologetic.

When I had a rough day at work this past week, I felt the familiar urge to dial his number and bend his ear.

No more complainy, commiserating calls. No more southern Ontario road trips to browse antiques and pottery and used books. No more sharing of Hubby's delicious pre-pottery class meals.

We miss him very much.

There is an absence in our life that cannot be filled.