I booked a flight and we shopped his new home, cooked for family, chased the dogs through the red rocks and the foothills, cried in the kitchen, made friends at the seniors spin class, tried the local brews, stayed up late, played backgammon in the cold basement, burned incense, drank tea, watched a gorgeous documentary, bought presents, talked about weed laws and motorcycles and summer travel.

And I missed him so.