Imagine that you sit down in front of your computer and type in a web page that you've been to hundreds of times before, but instead of that familiar site popping up you receive the dreaded 404 Error. The message tells you that what you are looking for can not be found. You can reload the page as often as you want, but the same stubborn error reappears each time.
Perhaps it shows the geek in me but every time I look for Daniel and realize he isn't here, 404 Not Found pops into my head. Daniel spent a good deal of his free time in front of the computer in our study. He loved to read web comics and play video games. Most of the time I was right there beside him. Sometimes though, I would be in our bedroom across the hallway reading or something and he would close the door to keep the noise from disturbing me. When I walked by to get a drink I would always peek in and blow him a kiss or ask if he needed anything.
I keep the door closed now. This way I can imagine that he is still there, sitting in his favorite chair, guarding the flag from the enemy troops. If I concentrate hard enough I can almost hear that full-throttled laugh that is so familiar to me floating through the door. I pause outside sometimes, hand on the door knob. I know if I open it what I will find. But as long as it is closed, I can pretend for a few moments that my heart hasn't been ripped from my chest.
At night when I lay down to go to sleep, I close my eyes so tightly. I turn to face his side of the bed and reach out. If I don't peek, I can almost trick myself into believing that he is right there with his fingers inches from mine. But when I open my eyes, it is always the same thing... Not Found.
I love you Daniel.