Dink-dink. The text message alert on my phone.
It read: "New Inhaler for Tuck."
A reminder from my Google Calendar. Robb set up this important reminder four months ago.
It was just as if I had received a text directly from him.
In essence I had.
I nearly expected a second one to follow: "P.S. I Love You."
That's just like Robb: Still taking care of us.
I wept in my corner of Starbucks.
How I miss his voice.