Anthony: Now what?
Me: Haha – I knew you’d say that. Don’t tell me, let me guess – you are playing chess with Elvis.
Anthony: Just a minute, it’s my move … okay, what’s up?
Me: What did you mean, yesterday, when you said there was no hurry?
Anthony: Generally speaking, Jules, you tend to be in a hurry to get nowhere.
Me: What do you mean?
Anthony: I know about google now, Jules.
Me: So?
Anthony: I noticed that you looked for “ways to fast-track grief”.
Me: Oh, how embarrassing. Sorry, Ants – it was nothing against you. I was just trying to figure out how to feel better faster. I am so sick of the sadness. I am so sick of my sad self!
Anthony: You know how you used to put that funeral photo of me in your back pocket?
Me: Yes? I haven’t done that for ages.
Anthony: That’s what you do with the grief, Jules – you put it in your back pocket, all cosy and warm against your bum – then you live.
Me: I keep seeing you everywhere – not like a ghost or anything, just people who remind me of you.
Anthony: Elvis gets that too.
Me: Yeah, I know – someone just saw him in Passadena, apparently. Are you really playing chess with him or are you just kidding? I never know with you.
Anthony: Struth!
Me: I want you back, Ants.
Anthony: I want you back too, Jules.
jmgoyder 
I wish I would have tried the conversations when Al died. I may not be quite as broken-hearted today as I still miss him so.
Could you try it now?
I don’t know to tell you the truth. I could give it a try. Happy fourth of July my friend
This was so moving and sad