He loved Bukowski and Hemingway (though I had to disagree with the latter).
He loved camping and making things with his hands
His rugged, strong - yet tender - hands.
Yet, the smiles he gave me were made by heart. His heart so big and open...
But, I digress.
He could cook and write and make you feel like no one else mattered
When you were around.
I miss him. It's better where he is. He has infinite beauty and I shall never forget.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.