It’s the little things I miss the most, not the big things.
Today, the kids and I were walking into the grocery store and I saw a mail truck. I stopped and stared. My heart hurt, and felt like it was going to explode from my chest. In that moment, I MISSED him. He loved his job, despite his math degree. He LOVED being a mailman and I missed that about him.
The other day, I tried to find the kids’ birth certificates. Where were they? I missed being able to ask him, “What on Earth did you do with them? Where are they???” (I found a set of different ones, but I still wonder, where the other ones are.)
Yesterday, I was reminded that I am not sure where we hid “THE ELF” after the last holiday season. You all know what I am talking about. I have a few months to find him, or buy a new one, but I no longer have anyone to remind me where he is hiding. “What did you do with him after last Christmas? Do you remember, because I sure don’t.”
There are so many things I want to ask you, or tell him, but he is gone.
I wonder when it will get easier, not being able to ask or know?
It’s the little things I miss, each and every day.