Time passes very fast

Today is 6 days from the anniversary of the passing of my friend Michael R. Vignochi. Until the week before he died there was not one day that I did not talk to Michael ... where ever he was. I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone and call him to tell him about what was interesting to me and find out what news he had. His company issued his cell phone number to another employee ... but for about 3 weeks his voice mail never changed. I called it many times to hear his strong and healthy voice and to remember him as he always was.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Michael watched both of my children grow up. He loved both of them as if they were his.
In Michael's last days he became particularly close to Brandon, my oldest. he thought Brandon could do anything, and he called on Brandon a lot, for which I am very proud.
I have said in the last few years ... there is a right way and a wrong way... and there was Michael's way. I believe Michael had it figured out.