Still, when I see a silver RX8 my heart skips a beat, like it wonders whether he is there. Still, when I see someone on a motorcycle, riding fast, I think of him, and feel protective of the rider.
I still miss him, every day of my life. I still think of him when I use things he got for us or left behind. I still wonder what to do with some of his things.
I still miss his laugh and his sense of humor. I still miss his hugs. I always will.
Where have eight years gone? It seems like just yesterday.
This photo was taken in February 1981 at Kodomo no Kuni, a park near Camp Zama, Japan, shortly after Leif's sixth birthday, when he was still an eager young boy full of energy, enjoying the outdoor climbing possibilities.