I had a dream the night Sam died. In it, Sam was playing with his kids and I in his house in Washington. Looking at him, It was obvious he loved his kids. We played and laughed and it felt amazing to see him. It truly felt like he was there and alive. He sat criss-cross on the ground and brought his three children into his arms. I looked at him and we smiled at each other. But Sam’s smile faded. He got up. He started heading for the door. I started to cry. I asked him why he had to go. I begged him to stay. I said I needed him. I said we all needed him. He hugged me. He said I was strong and that I could do this. He kneeled down to his kids. He went to each of them, putting his hands on their shoulders and saying something reassuring to each individual kid. He hugged them one last time and headed for the door. As he left, I said “goodbye, Sam.” I woke up crying and repeated to the empty room around me, “I miss you, Sam. I miss you.”

Such a different world without you in it Sam, miss you buddy

Saw you on my friends list and thought I would say hi . Miss you buddy . You have now officially reached legendary status !!!!!!

Miss you Sam was just thinking about you.

I'll have to rule you as well. =D