I really miss him sometimes. Life would have been so different for all of us if he was here. It’s been almost 10 years and while some memories are beginning to fade, some are more vibrant than ever before. I remember hero-worshipping him all through my adolescence. I was not the only one, I’m sure we all did. We copied everything, down to his handwriting. The clothes he wore, the things he said, the books he read, the music he listened to, it was all we ever did.
Today is his birthday and it scares me that I couldn’t draw anything for him. And what do I have? Only some childhood memories that will only grow dimmer with time.