I miss you, I hope you miss me too. Can you miss me? I'd sure like to think so.
It's been a few years, but a few feels like a lifetime. The only time I get to see you is in my dreams, distant memories and the same 10 pictures we have together since you never liked taking pictures. As I stare at the pictures, think about my dreams and recall my memories I remember:
I miss the way you would light up when getting ready to tell a joke.
I miss your loud booming laugh when you watched something funny on TV.
I miss how interested you were in nature, in bugs, in life.
I miss building sandcastles on the beach with you.
I miss coming downstairs to the smell of your cooking.
I miss hearing the garage when you would come home from work.
I miss watching you using the same coffee mug over and over again.
I miss your love of biking and the joy you get from pumping your own air into your tires.
I miss shopping for you for your birthday, Father's Day and holidays.
I miss you cuddling with the dog even when you said you didn't want her on the couch because she smelled.
I miss your warm presence in a room.
I miss you telling me how proud you were of me and me getting embarrassed.
I miss you telling me how proud you were of me.
All of these things I miss about you, but what I truly miss, is you.