It’s Good to Hear Your Voice: A Year of Grief

I don’t dream of being with Kyle — in his presence. I dream of him calling me.

Kyle, left. Me, right. At dinner, summer 2019.

That was how we connected most — over the phone. In the 14 years we were friends, more often than not, we caught up over the phone. He seemed to always be traveling and working, and so was I. We only saw each other a handful of times in the last few years…