Ah. I hear you Johnny. A missing presence that we can't cross through WhatsApp , the occasional beer or email.
To me, it feels like we're now men each on voyages, to our greatness or despair. I listen often to soundtracks of youth - the babyshambles and smashed pumpkins. It has no wisdom, just fuel to keep going.
And at the end we we'll be back home again and grey and our presence returned to each other. :)