I am waiting for the new Harry Potter movie and of course thinking of you. The very last conversation I had with you was about Order of the Phoenix. As usual we were describing scenes to each other again. You had seen it the weekend before, as had I. We talked about the scene in the Hall of Prophecies. I described it to you as “my IKEA nighmare.” You knew exactly what I was talking about.
That was also the weekend my copy of “Deathly Hallows” arrived. I took that Monday off so I could read the book and work on a shower gift for a woman in the office. We talked about the book a little.
After your death, I received your phone. Brian had shipped it to me along with some other items. I read through your text messages. I’m not sure who you were talking to about “Deathly Hallow” but you asked about the lines at the store and if Harry lived.
He did … you did not. And you knew at the time that you would not.
I love you and miss you more and more every day. This just isn’t getting any easier.
Peace and as always, I love you, bro.