I wrote this 2 years ago. It is more true than ever because these two years have take me further away from when you were here.
I miss holding hands. I miss hugging on the back porch. I miss cooking together. I miss eating together. I miss just being together doing nothing in particular. I miss birding together. I miss your scones. I miss sitting on your lap in your office. I miss your bread. I miss your pizza. I miss having to adjust the car seat after you. I miss your focaccia with olive oil & rosemary. I miss your French toast on a Sunday morning. I miss you telling me to please be careful each time I leave the house. I miss your flan. I miss that all we needed to be happy was each other. I miss your Caesar salad. I miss our kisses in empty elevators. I miss holding hands in bed until we both fall asleep. I miss waking up in the morning before you and watching you sleep. I miss you assuring me that everything is going to be alright. I miss you fixing things. I miss the scent of Acqua di Parma in the air after you shower. I miss our conversations at breakfast. I miss our conversations at lunch. I miss feeling safe. I miss feeling protected. I miss finding dinner ready on nights when I worked late. I miss feeling seen. I miss our conversations at dinner. I miss your stories about your childhood. I miss your wisdom. I miss you strumming on the guitar in the late afternoon. I miss you playing the bagbpipes outside. I miss your funny dog stories. I miss your funny Army stories. I miss making decisions together after your research. I miss your kindness. I miss you buying flowers for absolutely no reason. I miss your thoughtfulness. I miss how you say my name, I miss you giving people the benefit of the doubt. I miss watching TV together. I miss planning our trips together. I miss going on trips together. I miss the way you look at me. I miss you calling me baby doll. I miss you being upbeat. I miss your common sense. I miss you telling me you love me. I miss you doing the freaking grocery shopping. I miss your practicality. I miss your mind. I miss your heart. I miss how you could figure out just about anything. I miss your curiosity. I miss your silliness. I miss you sharing what you learn with me. I miss you fixing my email. I miss our joy in the everyday. I miss being tired together. I miss knowing what we can accomplish together. I miss you waiting for me in the doctor’s office. I miss ironing your shirts. I miss your empathy. I miss your compassion. I miss your willingness to engage in conversation with just about everyone you meet. I miss finding your doodles and empty coffee cups around the house. I miss the way you interact with my family in Italy. And they with you. I miss the way you drive in Italy. I miss your sense of adventure. I miss your advice. I miss your fearlessness. I miss your opinion. I miss your enthusiasm. I miss your passion. I miss how I am first to you. I miss your grasp of history and your understanding of the world around you. I miss sitting on the park bench across the street and watching the light change and the hawks circle above. I miss finding you asleep in the front porch swing late in the afternoon. I miss you building frames for my artwork. I miss taking care of you. I miss cooking your favorite meals and watching you enjoy them. I miss watching you make photographs. I miss the great care you took in printing them. I miss your clarity. I miss you telling me what that scary noise was and where it came from. I miss how your listened to me and heard everything I said. I miss your perfectionism. I miss your vision. I miss how you approach life. I miss how you need me. I miss how you understand me better than I understand myself. I miss how we agree on almost everything. I miss how well choreographed our life was. And how well it worked. I miss tackling our remaining bucket list together. I miss coming home together and greeting the house, hello Gracie.
taken at my cousin Leo’s house with his cat, Foofie.
C’s last photo, from the hammock in the backyard
Flowers on a random Thursday, his last day.