I lost someone very dear to me. I had not contacted him in 10 years, but that love was not diminished by any amount of time or space. When I learned of his death, I cried. I cried for three days. I am about to cry again. Only now, almost a week later, can I find *any* words. I wanted to write about him. I wanted to post about my love on Facebook and share my memories with his family. But I *couldn’t.* I had nothing but choking pain. Pain and regret for not working harder to stay in contact with him. I really screwed up and let something precious slip through my fingers.