Keeping Him Alive

Yesterday, we laughed, we cried at the mention of Rob's name. 
But we spoke his name, our attempt to keep him with us.
I'm grateful to those who still miss Rob, who spill stories with great affection, and who talk about him as if he sits among us.

I order flowers in his memory, send his 2013 basketball bracket to his relatives, frame his photos. 

I'm desperate to keep him alive;  I'm desperate not to forget every detail of Rob.
I close my eyes hard, memorizing his smell, his touch, his voice; I can't forget!