I miss you, Matt.

I miss how I could talk to you for hours about anything that was happening in life.

I miss how we would share and affirm and validate our journey.

I miss seeing you in your Rockabilly outfit or your Elvis gear or your Ranger uniform. No matter what costume you put on, you were always, authentically Matt.

I know I should be grateful that I had you as a dear friend for as long as I did. I know that life moves on and it's important to let go.

But I miss being able to call and talk to you.

I miss you.