High Lonesome
The big guy has been gone 17 days now and I miss him more than I thought I would. That's a harsh thing to say, I know, but after 27 years I guess we'd become a habit with one another, taken for granted even maybe. Even when he was here, in the same room with me, I was lonely. We seldom had a real conversation about much of anything and more often than not we'd just sit, me on my sofa, him on his loveseat, and not speak. That silence is so much louder now.