I miss you having more rituals than anyone I know – whether regarding a noon time nap, a spoon in your coffee, or the way you parked your van in the garage.

I miss your sweatbands and your constant sporting of Young Life t-shirts.

I miss your egg sandwiches.

I miss seeing you in the choir.

I miss you telling me I drive my car “too hard.”

I miss going to Home Depot with you and seeing you try and find a way to do the job cheaper – “if we did this, we could save another $5.”

I miss calling and having you answer the phone, “Bob here!”

I miss seeing you walk – more than anyone should walk!

I miss hearing you talk about mom’s meals . . . and how it was always, “The best meal I’ve ever had!”

I miss how you labeled boxes – I am never throwing away this box (see inserted pic).

I miss getting haircuts from you and having you pretend you were a barber.

I miss seeing you love on Hudson and Charlie – never forget your getting Hudson the football gloves!

I miss hearing you say, “Well, what projects you got for me?”

I miss seeing you wash your car windows, or mine, or mom’s, or anyones!

I miss seeing you unzip your wallet and secretly pull out a couple of bucks.

I miss hearing you say, “I’ve got money to loan if you are ever in a bind!”

I miss hearing you practice your electric piano.

I miss seeing you sew, with a machine – yep, you heard that right!

I miss you sitting in your chair with your slippers that needed to be thrown out but you wouldn’t have it.

I miss hearing you say, “GUY!”

I miss hearing how badly you beat some poor guy in tennis . . . love that!