I miss refilling your pill boxes.
I miss you wanting to go to Starbucks.
I miss waking up at odd hours of the night and hearing you ask why I am awake.
I miss putting that goop on your scalp left by the tumor.
I miss cooking you dinner.
I miss hearing you call me your angel.
I miss the little arguments we had when you got confused about something.
I miss you hollering for me to help you figure out what you did wrong on the computer.
I miss your scent.
I miss knocking on the bathroom door and asking you if you feel asleep on the pot again.
I miss worrying about you falling.
I miss going shopping with you and getting frustrated how long that took.
I miss you answering grandbird when Apache said grandma.
I miss your annoying habit of needing to know where I was going and when I would be back.
I miss so many silly things… it hurts to miss that much.