Not there.

I walked into your house yesterday.
I shook hands with your grandfather.
I made small talk with your mother.
I joked and laughed with your sisters.
I saw the Christmas tree and the Nativity Scene your dad puts up every year.
I looked around and then I saw your photo on the wall.

It still seems strange after so long.

. . .

On a much lighter note:

Thus shall the 4 be reunited on this night!

*does happy jig*