I miss him so much. I wish I could talk to him one more time. I wish it was as simple as telling him to come home.

 In every breeze that blows, to-day,

One voice seems speaking unto me;
And north or south, whichever way
I turn my gaze, one face I see,
And closely, closely at my side
A mystic shadow seems to glide.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox