Thai Food

Today the thing that bothers me is that I don't know if you liked Thai food. Not that you're gone, that I can never talk to you, that your son will grow up without you, that you will have no more sons. Not that you were too young to die, that I am too young to have a dead brother. Not that your things are sitting here longing for you, your lifeless computer monitor neglected on the desk next to mine. I mean of course those things, too -- always. But not in any special measure today. Today I am sad because I don't know whether you liked Thai food, and I will never get to ask you.