I was thinking of you today,
while I ate a bowl of noodles.
Strange how so small a thing can bring you back.
Something as simple as a 19 cent pack of Ramen.
Ramen and rice.
Was all you seemed to live on.
During that time you were my second father.
Joy and pain mix in the bottom of the bowl.
For you are no longer here.
Not on this side of eternity.
It is a surreal feeling for so large a figure in my mind.
So now you know the answers.
While the rest of us must continue on.
I sit here wading through memories as the noodles wrap around my fork.