“When you are old and grey and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book, and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
~ W. B. Yeats, When You Are Old ~
“Your absence is the sky and covers everything.” ~ C. S. Lewis ~
“I wish I had done everything on earth with you.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~
Dear Dave, after a decade, missing you isn’t any easier but it doesn’t hurt quite as much. But, no matter how many people enter in, life is still emptier because you’re not here, yet there’s no way to go except forward.