It’s the one day of year that I allow myself to cry.

I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since you’ve left us.  In some ways, it seems like longer.  Yet, I have some vivid memories burned on my brain that it seems like just yesterday you were here joking around with me.

I would like to think that you would be pretty happy with my life choices.  I often think you would have found a new home teaching over at UCF.  I think the university life would have suited you.  Your constant question asking and love for debate would be welcomed with open arms.

I miss you walking me to my car every night.

I miss your laugh.

I miss your random singing.

I just miss you.

Walking for Harris.