The Trembling Stops

 The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. 

Frederick Buechner

He's almost gone.  Of course, it seems like he's always almost gone...    Days will pass in slow motion -stand still- as I attempt to hold on to every moment until he really isn't here.

I
need
him.