You gave me a worry stone just a few years ago. You allowed me to choose between two pocket-sized black stones, and that you would keep the stone that I didn’t select. It was a ‘fun’ thing to do with you, and you explained that if I was ever worried about anything at all, just hold on to the stone and focus. Everything would be ok.

Very shortly after I lost you I found your stone. Funny how such a seemingly ordinary object could have such high personal value. It did for me, and I keep it with me always. I carry it with me, alongside my own worry stone within my waist pack. Yes, the same waist pack you would always tease me with, calling it my man-purse.

I pull it out from time to time, not because I am worrying but rather to remind me of you. Every piece of everything reminds me of you. You are ‘here’, and you are ‘there’. You are everywhere, yes, just like Roy Kent.

These days, the simplistic black stone of yours gives me strength. It still belongs to you, it’s still yours. But now, I carry the stone as a steward for safekeeping one of your important treasures. It is a welcomed surprise that reminds me of your presence. You are here with me, to help guide me through life, because you know that I could never ever do life without you.

I will hold on to you forever.