It's been almost exactly 7 months and I still think of him every day. I don't know what to do with that. I suppose if I were to over-simplify it, I'd say I'd rather him be here, regardless of any complications that might arise.
I've said before that I hate when people come and go come and go, and I do, but some people are so worth the trouble that it's easily forgivable and even forgettable.