Three years since you left, my Love. In your memory I made a cup of rose tea, in the special cup you gave me. I remember how you would make me rose tea — with infinite patience and love and intention you would slowly pour the hot water over the rosebuds, allowing them to gently unfurl. I can only aspire to the greatness of the Tea Master that you were.
I still miss you so much. The years have passed and the pain has dulled a little, but I think of you often. I miss your presence, your humor (you had me in stitches all the time), your love. You have left a Kevin-shaped hole in the lives of many.