Things I Miss and the One Thing I Don't Miss

Raymond would have been 48 years old today.

Everyday I find something new I miss because he is gone.

I miss how he used to tell me I was beautiful, and how I knew he meant it.

I miss the morning back rub in the kitchen while I was making breakfast, because he knew that I get up with a back ache every morning.

I miss him being here as a soundboard as I try to decide how to handle problems with my mother, the kids, or the house.

I miss his smile.

I miss his humor.

I miss his intelligence.

I miss the fabulous conversations we used to have everyday.

The one thing I don’t miss is his love. It is always with me.