Howard Fisher

Knowing Howard for the last few years of his life has been a blessing that I can´t describe in words, and I don´t think I have enough tears either. He was a friend that I took for granted. He deeply, passionately, and loyally cared for the people he loved. I felt that from him every day. I only really knew him for a short while; I can´t imagine what it must feel like to have known him for an entire lifetime. I wish I had more time. I learned so much from him, and I´m a better person from having known him. He was unbelievably smart, unintentionally funny, and undeniably crazy. It doesn´t feel right not seeing him here every day. This place feels colorless without him. I miss coming into work every day and seeing him outside smoking a cigarette, getting so excited to talk to him I would clock in late. I miss sitting outside and gossiping about everyone, then admitting we should be better people. I miss arguing about things that didn´t matter, apologizing too many times, then fighting again. I miss laughing with him. I miss crying with him, to him, and because of him. I miss listening to his crazy stories, wondering if they were true, but realizing that it´s Howard and they were definitely true. I miss sitting on his floor and playing tic-tac-toe to pass the time. I miss everything. I just miss him.