CAM

I'm sat alone in a park, staring at my phone and occasionally watching passersby. I can feel him, here, sat next to me on this tarnished wooden bench. The stubborn S.O.B wants to watch over us. It's no wonder, protective papa lion that he is.

But I wonder; is it my imagination? Am I going a little crazy? Is it just because I miss him being a part of this world? Who knows.

What I do know is that I feel him. He's cracking wise at me right now, laughing with me, and encouraging me in the only way a Bostonite knows; loving mockery. He can encourage in other ways too, but I think this way makes him happiest. To pull no punches, but also to love and laugh at full force.

Even though he's here, I miss him. But I think that's why he won't leave. The silent protector, and ever-watchful eye. The voice that lets you know you're not alone.

That feeling of comfort has a name, and his name is Anthony.