I miss him.

He was my teddy bear. He gave the biggest, cuddliest, warmest hugs!

He made fun of the way I pronounced certain words, often getting my ‘w’s and ’v’s mixed up, for example, tomato on the vine, window, wine bottle and such.

He spoke to me in English with an Indian accent. He would be with friends speaking his normal public school English and would switch his accent when speaking with me. It was very noticeable to everyone aside from him. It was funny!

He often started his sentences with ‘also’, with a little lilt at the end, while speaking with me. I don’t know why. It was so typical.

He completely cracked up when I spoke some phrases in Punjabi (a north Indian language).

He often made me a cup of tea when I came home from work.

He loved candy floss and hated almonds.

He called himself a coconut – brown on the outside and white on the inside.

He wore shorts and flip-flops even in freezing cold weather.

He hated trimming his toe nails as cutting them tickled him a lot. He often needed coaxing. If that did not work, I would personally trim them for him while he giggled like crazy.

He could tell when I was too tired to do anything. He would say, “Your battery is done.”

He constantly teased me about being a vegetarian and a teetotaller.

He was sweet.

I miss him.