Over the last few days, I've been thinking a lot about him. It's been quite some time since he's been gone, but there's lots of things that just keep reminding me. I don't think I'll ever be able to hear Alison Krauss and Union Station without thinking back to good times like the random bluegrass festival. Or seeing the beauty of the lit up Los Angeles Temple like I did that first time with him. Or the time he made me swear my wedding colors would never include rust or orange, five years before I ever married. We once planned out how to fix the education and health care systems over peanut butter sandwiches. I'll never forget when we went running to "one of his favorite places" that turned out to be a nude beach- "I swear they always had clothes on before!"