It’s not every day, or even every week. Sometimes a month may go by without thinking of Zach. But when it comes, it comes hard.
The three friends, laughing, then the yells of warning, then the sudden screen of skidding tires, the thump, followed by more yelling. ‘You’re not going to pin this on me, man!’ The sirens and the lights. And the realization that their friend was gone.
This reimagining comes without warning, at odd times. Most often in the wee hours but sometimes, like today, in the bright afternoon.
All I can do is grieve some more. And sometimes write about it.
There are other times, when I think of Zach and the insights he might have. Some profound and some just funny. That’s when ‘I miss you’ really has meaning.