Writing just to write

Well, it's been a while, so I figured it was time to write again. Aside from the usual BS that comes with life, I am doing very well. I can honestly say that I am happy. I am legitimately happy! It's an amazing feeling! I am just so content with how 90% of my life is going, I have no major complaints! It really is cool!
A hard thing that I am going through is the entire missing Bill feeling that I have. His birthday is Sunday, and it's really hard because I know I can't call him and tell him! It's hard because I have flashbacks to conversations we had or to times we spent together. There was talk of a "memorial" night for him, but that was being planned around the time of his death. If it's still going to happen, I hope to be invited, but I am doubting it. He meant so much to me. We could talk about anything, and it sucks when I realize that I can talk all I want to him, but I won't hear an answer back.
I dunno, I just wanted to write for the sake of writing, and now I am going to go back to doing something else.