Last week I had the wind knocked out of me when I learned of a childhood friend’s shocking and tragic passing. I’m stuck in the memories of his unique and hilarious personality. Catholic school crushes. Soccer sideline shenanigans. High school honors classes. His ever present and sweet parents. His lovely sister, a teammate of mine.
Tag: missing pieces
I miss the clickety-clicking of paws on the hardwood floor when I walk in the door. I miss seeing the sad eyes begging for pizza crusts on pizza night. I miss my canine Hoovers–Now I have to vacuum crumbs off the floor for myself. There’s too much room in our bed at night without those