I don’t know why today is different.
I don’t know why today I miss him more than yesterday or last month or two years ago.
Maybe it’s because I heard a song today that said something about ‘never looking into those eyes again’ and I’ve been bothered by that all day.
I don’t know.
On days like this, and there have been a few in the past 61/2 years, I just give in to the missing because I can’t do anything about it.
In fact, I’m playing his music on his IPod right now and it just feels right.