Objects in the rear view mirror . . .

He seems so very close.
I keep seeing him, in all the places he should be.


I can see him standing at the mirror in my hallway.  He would stand there and laugh and tell himself, "You're cute. You're cute."


His preferred chair in my living room.  If I'm sitting in it he'll stand just at the doorway to the hall and look at me, waiting for me to get up because that's where he wants to sit.


I see him on my couch.  Saturday mornings he gets up and gets a Coke and sits on the couch and laughs, the laughter carrying down the hallway.  "I got a Coke.  I got a Coke."  Laughing like he got away with a bank heist.  Laughing loudly enough to wake us so it's not really a secret that he's up early drinking Cokes.


I can see him sitting on the back porch drinking and watching us mow.  He was always a great supervisor.


He loved to mow though.  The backyard is mostly flat and fenced in and I would let him take the push mower and go.  He doesn't mow in straight lines.  I thought I wished I had a drone so I could look down and see the pattern he made.  MyFella would get so mad because MyFella wanted straight lines and I just wanted My Jamie to have fun.  I didn't care how or where he pushed it. Grass will grow again, it always does.


I can see him sitting in his recliner at MyFella's house.  "C'mere" he says when I come through the door.  I would say "You come here" and he says, "No, c'mere" because he wants to hug me but he doesn't want to get out of his recliner.


He's walking the yard between his parents house and MyFella's, his blue Cookie Monster lunch box swinging hard in his hand. 


He's sitting in the passenger seat beside me, holding my right hand in his left.  He's sitting behind MyFella, and I put my left hand behind the seat to hold his.


He seems so very close.