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Memory Lane

I replayed a memory in my mind today, as I do most every day. But today, in the midst of a memory - one of my favorites - my heart sank.

Your voice was gone.

We were sitting in that bizarre coffee shop, watching the storm out the window and sipping on coffee drinks we could hardly pronounce when you leaned in to ask me about the book I was reading. You had that incredible blend of boyhood curiosity and the wisdom of an old soul. Your eyes were fixed on mine like I was the only person in the world. The image is sealed so firmly in my mind, but I can’t hear you anymore.