hear his voice, clear and strong, always with a note of reassurance. I can feel what it's like to be with him— that same easy, familiar presence I've known all my life. And then, in an instant, it's gone. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, slipping beneath the dark waters with the late afternoon sun. I sit very still for several minutes, a flutter of grief rising in my chest. “How can life go on without you?”
