To feel time

I think I've tried so hard to suppress how much I miss you that my body realizes it before my mind does. Sometimes I sit there and suddenly smell the summer burnt leather dashboard of your old blue car. I always hated running errands unless they were with you. Sitting in a classroom sometimes it'll be the smell of Milk Bones. I was the one who went with you to buy Lucky and you let me name him. These smells, Di Giao, and Lucky are the closest things I have left of you. I was just a pup myself when I chose that name but maybe I already knew how lucky I was to have you as my uncle. My pal.