Even still...

...I miss...

...pink peppermints hidden in pockets
...me, hidden by his side, my arm through his, my head on his shoulder
...the laugh that began deep inside and inevitably ended with a snort and a shake of his head
...the reverence of prayer filled with Thy's and Thou's and the rolling of r's
...fighting with my brothers to sit next to him at Sunday dinner
...hands that swallowed mine, no matter how grown I'd gotten to be
...eyes full of absolute and unquestioned love
...him.

Arthur Knyfd, d. January 23, 2009
http://laurenkooistra.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-moment.html