I dreamt of fighting zombies last night. I ordered a root beer float for a skeletor doll at a trendy diner. I used every fiber of my being not to completely break down crying when Thriller came on the overhead. My best friend would have been 27 today.
I can’t express how much I miss him. How wrong the last few weeks have felt not having him here. I knew today was going to be hard and it was. But tonight there’s was a moment when the waiter said “Okay and a Root beer for the doll *sigh* does he want vanilla or chocolate ice cream”
I panicked, and replied with “He likes surprises, he is love”
I knew Travis was laughing his ass off at me and for the first time in two weeks I actually felt like I was celebrating his life instead of mourning my loss.
I know this pain is never going to permanently go away, but it’s nice to know that neither will the in jokes, quirks and everything else that made our friendship so wonderful.