He came with an entourage. 

We spent four months in the hospital with him - more time in than out. 

When we lost him, we also lost a community - a full village of folks who know exactly what it is to love someone who might not be there the next day, who know how special and unwasted each day can be, who know that you hurt and love because they do too, and somehow they have chapters of vocabulary that none of the rest of the world do. 

They get it. They smile. They understand. They hold. They hug. They share. They laugh. 

I miss him so much.

And the people who knew him best feel  far away. 

That can be remedied.