Every time it snows I have to go outside, even if it is just for a few minutes. I tilt my head up, close my eyes, let the fluffy slushy fall onto my face and as it melts I think about Abbott and smile.

I can get all growly and grouchy about snow getting in the way of plans that I have made. I can joke that snow is the best when I do not have to go out in it.  Mostly though–I look at snow and feel comforted. You might think it’s just weather being weather but for me it is Abbott. It’s Abbott pulling my hair and telling me that everything is going to be okay.

Today I went and stood in the parking lot. I looked up, closed my eyes took a deep breath and thought “you’re a little late there, buddy.”

And even though it’s been years, and I’m sure the skeptical out there will say it’s my imagination making it up because I need to, I could still feel him chuckle and then say “if I was predictable, I’d just be boring.”

Indeed.