It's been almost two long years of hoping, praying, cursing and a lot of I love you. I loved hearing that happy noise when you heard I had come for a visit. I miss the crazy dance antics you pulled when your favourite show was on, you with remote in hand rewinding and rewinding your favourite scene. I would give anything to take it all back but I can't and now you're gone and I don't know how much life will change because of  the imprint you placed on it, a fingerprint saying with certainty that William Christopher Brockbank was here.

I asked for more time with you and I got what you could give. A few more I love yous, a few more days of tucking you in and calling you my favourite stinkpot. A few more days did nothing to ease the pain, the loss of finding your spot, your place in my world empty. It gave me a few more days of loving you and a chance to tell you how I feel about you. You didn't need it. You already knew.