Eff You Death.

The wristband that I inherited from Matt rarely leaves my wrist.  When I type, I have to take the wristband off and I become very distant from him.  I like to have him everywhere possible, but only in small doses.  It's not like I have a portrait tattoo of him.  That would be weird.  At most, I have my phone's lock screen a picture of him.  Recently, I rearranged my living room and now have a framed picture of him and I on my desk, to left of my monitor. I also have a photo of him in my bathroom beside the mirror, and in my car just above the rear view mirror.  I miss him so much, but I get to see him every single day.  It makes me very happy.