I've gotten awfully quiet around him of late. It's not that I can't tell him things ... it's that I need to listen to him more, and he can get me started talking way too much.
It's not his time to hear the things that matter the very most deeply to me. He's up there in the top three, the other two being my sister and my nephew. Any serious discussion I get into these days brings up him.
I care. I worry.
I have to get some sleep.