Last week I sat next to a man for one hour who looked so much like you I couldn’t turn to face him. At first, I thought of Uncle Clarence but got convinced that it was you the guest speaker looked like. I resisted the connection. But I couldn’t avoid his glasses, his facial hair, the shape of his head, and the tone he took. You could have been twins. I almost cried when I asked him a question, as he answered me, because looking in his eyes made me think that you were in the room. As long as I didn’t blink, you were there, one long breath away, sitting next to me, talking, explaining. You weren’t gone. You weren’t dead. You were there, close enough for me to touch.