It’s been a year, since I sat with Mitch, in the “man-cave”-turned family movie room.
We reclined our theatre seats, turned in the movie Beautiful, and watched.
Mitch, without fail, laughed at me, as I cried at all the points of the movie that I always cried at.
He held my hand, patted it when I got emotional. He laughed at me, but caused me to laugh too.
At the end of he movie, I jumped up, and ran upstairs, because I had to get up early the next morning, for a meeting at work.
Here we are, 1 day shy of a year from his death, and I had a mandatory staff meeting again.
As I sat, in unseen pain, and listened to my friend talk over the person speaking at the meeting, I reflected.
What I would give for one more.
One more kiss.
One more hug.
One more joke.
One more fight.
One more I love you.
I remember when Meg told me what his last words were, to her.
“I love you! See you later.”
Always a “See ya, later!”