You are going to miss people.
You'll catch your wandering afternoon thoughts bumping into old memories
That feel warm at first but then start to sting.
Like the way he called pants "dungarees" and you made fun of him for it every chance you got.
Or the breakfasts you always looked forward to when you stayed over.
Like the corny jokes and those obnoxious glasses with the mustache and nose attached.
Or how he could literally fix anything.
Like when you were crying and he would tickle you until those sobs turned into laughter.
Or the way he looked at grandma and you would think, "That. That is love," even if he would say she had a big **** after.
You are going to miss people.
Their laughter,
Their love,
Their knowledge,
Their love,
Their happiness,
Their love,
Their strength,
Their unconditional love.
You are going to miss people.
But the law of conservation of energy in physics states that energy can neither be created nor be destroyed, but it can change form. I don't know why but that's the first thought that came to my mind when I heard, "he's gone."
Because although he may not be here in the way that he was, he is most definitely still here in other ways. He is the flicker of the lights. He is the smile on your face you catch yourself doing for no reason at all. He is the laughter that makes your head tip back and your cheeks hurt. He is the wind. He is the sun. He is everything. He is loved. He is missed. But he is with us still.