It goes like this...

I'm going about my daily business, organizing, putting things away, and I pause to look through some old photo albums.

The pictures make me:
Laugh
Smile
Feel embarrassed (just a little)

And then I see that picture. A normal day. One of the last. And the aching hurt comes. The one where you miss them so much that you would do just about anything just to talk to them again.

Sit at the counter and tease and laugh. Just for a few minutes.