A day does not go by that I do not think of him. The most wonderful man that ever traversed the universe. With his beautiful blue box, his experienced hands that always park his ship in just the wrong way, making the wondrous trademark sound that signifies his next appearance. Here one moment and gone the next. Except now. Except now.
I look out the window, drinking in the stars. I know I have been there. With him. With him and my husband and my daughter. A part in me aches, as if I were five again, awaiting the raggedy man of my dreams. Of course, twelve years of waiting, waiting, waiting, and hoping and dreaming brought him back to me. My raggedy man, taking me away to the stars. Of course, he would not come now. He simply cannot.
A pair of sturdy arms come behind me, and my ever-faithful centurion and husband silently comforts me. I turn and hug him in return. After all, we have both lost our homes, our lives, our families, our daughter, and our friend. Our wonderful friend who travels the stars. Our friend who takes his sip and swaggers off into his TARDIS. Our friend that will never be forgotten.
Our friend. The Doctor.