I want him back. I want to hear that big, deep, laugh again. I want to hear him planning for a trip to some God-forsaken region and actually being excited about going. I want to see him jet-skiing to a Maui sunset with a look on his face like he's found the perfect place. I want to see him snoozing on the couch on a Saturday afternoon. I want to be with him, step by step, hurrying to a Broadway performance of Savion Glover, and wishing that just once, he could tap like that. I want to see him in one of his favorite Hawaiian shirts, sitting outside, laughing, and sharing a good time eating Mexican food. I want to walk with him and our good friend Ted on the C&O Canal and gossip and talk headlines and sports. I want to look at him and laugh and love the costume he's created for the annual "best story of the year" Halloween party. I want to see him sitting on the lanai, after a day at the pool in Maui, sipping an ice cold Mai Tai, watching the golfers below cheat when they thought no one was looking. (We were.) I want him to enjoy that life again. I want him back.