I’m on the cusp of sleep, with the air purifier on jet engine, and typing away my one last thought to you.  It was a melancholy day from the start. My thoughts were full of him, you, him, my aunt, her mournful daughters, him, and that I should be going to the service in NY but can’t due to a prior commitment. I watched several youtube tributes, talked to him about my life, told him about the house, had a couple cries, and depleted myself.  I miss him, damn it.