Today would have been Dominic’s twenty-sixth birthday.
He should have been a little over a year out of law school and one year into a career.
Instead, he’s not here. And he will never be HERE again.
I’m getting pretty good at shifting my focus from the giant hole that is where Dominic is supposed to be to the fullness of the life that still surrounds me. Not today.
Today the absence of his presence is especially keen.
I miss him.
I miss his smile.
I miss his harsh logic that would slice through a conversation like a knife. I miss his noisy descent down the stairs-always snapping his fingers to a rhythm in his head.
I miss his sense of humor.
I miss his fearlessness.
I miss his hugs.
I miss how even though he claimed to “hate” kids, he melted every time one crawled into his lap.
I miss how he used to launch himself, back first, on my bed to announce he was there to talk for a bit.
I miss how he found special tools to help me in the kitchen when my arthritis kept me from being able to do something I loved.
I miss how he could combine tough talk and smooth BS into cajoling a complaint department to not only fix the problem but throw in a gift card as well “to keep his business”.
I miss being able to call him with my stupid tech questions and have him walk me slowly through the solution (even though I know it frustrated him).
I miss his texts, his calls, his FB messages. I miss his tweets.
I know I’ll see him again someday and that we will never have to say good-bye again.
But until then, I really, really miss him.