It’s pouring and thundering on Thursday, Thor’s Day, and if you were still of this life, you would be rejoicing over it with me in our always-open Google Hangout. It would be just another glorious rainy, thundery, Thor-y day that we’d always treasured and preferred over any other type of weather, the kind I announced with all caps and/or exclamation points. My tears are as fast and furious and drowning as the rainfall pounding on my patio’s umbrella. This is not the universe crying for you. This is you laughing with me. This will always be your laughter to me.