I keep thinking about people who have lost an arm or a leg and how some of them have the sensation that what they’ve lost is still attached. It’s called “phantom limb.” That’s the way I feel about Rob. Like he’s still here.
I was just looking out the window, expecting him to come walking through the door to watch the basketball game with me tonight. A few minutes ago, I was watching the trailer for the final season of Game of Thrones and almost sent him the link.
I see his name at the top of my Favorites list on my iPhone with the accompanying photo (which is his half of the photo you see here), a photo that we’ve jokingly called “the Menendez brothers,” and I know that it will never be deleted. I’ve actually called his number a few times since he died, and I keep getting the same message:
The wireless customer you are calling is not available. Please try again later.
And so I will.