I miss him. There are so many things I want to tell him, get his feedback on, hear his voice sooth my tears. I know he's gone and I weep a little weep every now and then. But when Skype tells me he's online, I can't help but wonder if he's playing tricks on me just to see me squirm. He did that, you know.
Okay, I'm not superstitious, I don't believe in zodiac crap, the local psychic is just a charlatan. I know in my heart that one of his family has turned on his computer and hasn't turned off Skype (log in when Windows starts).
But David was full of mischief. He kept me laughing for hours, partly because I loved to hear his voice and partly because he loved me as an audience. His favorite things lately were a penchant to turn TV and movies into Irish - "CSI: Fethard"; Star Trek: The Wrath of Dougal; Star Wars with Jawas who were from Kilkenney.
He was irreverent, smart and loved his fellow Irishmen with mixed emotions, but proud to be an Irishman and willing to fight anyone who thought he was "Briddish". I loved him so very much and miss being with him on Skype every day.
So I think the message from David is, "I love you, you're stronger than you think," and "This is only a computer glitch you silly cow!" I love you too, My David.
