Even if your shoes weren't cluttering the basement. Even if your climbing articles weren't scattered throughout the house. Even if I looked in every nook and cranny and was thrown into the vortex of memories they created, I'd still be missing you.

Grief. It puts me on lock down at times. It makes me fritter hours away thinking about memories, sensations, good times and bad. At times it seems I can only think about your absence. It paralyzes me in ways I can't communicate to my friends or those dear to me. And I know it's something I have to deal with on my own. It's something I have to come to terms with and endure. And I'm trying the best way I can.