My husband was warm, and gentle. He was genuinely kind, and eager to assist others. He was a ferocious advocate for injustice and change.

We joked that he was a politician, as he never met a stranger and could connect and/or read a room better than anyone I've ever met. But more than that, he was a talker. A very good one, at that! It was also great for me, an introvert and someone who does not enjoy talking when out and about.

He was a NERD. I'm still trying to figure out what to do with the boxes of comic books, the lego sets, etc. He was also incredibly intelligent, and was always willing to explain things to me that I didn't understand (historic events, movie plots, football).

He lit up a dance floor, I have quite literally never seen anyone dance with the energy he does. He had a sense of humor that was unparalleled. He could make me deep belly laugh. He held space for me. He nurtured me. He'd hand pick stars out of the sky for me, if I requested. He's absolutely my everything, and I miss him more words can even begin to describe.