I'm sorry I can't be around for you. I know how much different the world seems without you, and I have no doubt that it's the same deal for you. I can tell that sometimes, right behind the words on your tongue, there's a "since when was the world so cold!" ready to pounce out. I wish we could huddle against each other for warmth, and soon enough we'll be able to. But I'm always here for you. Always.

I love you, honey. I'm off to bed, but promise me you'll smile for me.