I miss you.
No preamble, no beginning.
I just miss you.
Your laugh, your smile.
The way you always made me smile.
The way you kissed my forehead before you went to work.
The way you came home and lifted me up and spun me around.
The way you took days off when I have a recital or a play.
I miss you.
But, I sure hope heaven is nice for you.
Listen to all the rock music you want.
Play with Bubbles the Pug.
Dance with Grandma.
Play poker with Grandpa.
I miss you.
But, have fun up there, in heaven.
Just reminding you,
I miss you.
