So, I’m at one of our favorite restaurants. Eating at the bar. Having a martini. Alone. It is both familiar and peculiar to me. We loved to eat at the bar. You introduced me to the charms of a blue cheese stuffed olive martini.

I wish you were here. Or at least I wish I could text you and tell you of my finds today and complain to you and hear you say how it was all going to be ok. Rant about your ex-wife’s insensitivity at asking me for your death certifcate…

But you’re not here. Except you were at the jewelry store when I was getting my rings cleaned and the TV showed Triple D’s Psycho Suzie episode and that made me remember our trip there. Thanks for giving me a wink. But it’s still not enough.

I miss you.


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