I miss calling you just to check in

I miss those car rides where we would just "Be"

I miss talking about about my problems and you saying, "It's going to be okay.

I miss telling you about my latest dream and how I everyone would think I'm crazy, and you would say "But you gotta do what you want to do"

I miss holding your hands, looking at you and say, "I love you, grandma."

I miss you saying "I love you more."

I miss saying "I love you most." but most importantly

I miss you saying "I don't think so."

I miss that.

I miss how you would make me nervous going up and down those wood stairs, and would never let me help you.

I miss your sitting on your porch and sitting down on a wet cushion, but we were together and that's all that matter.

I miss our selfies, even if we rarely were both looking at the camera.

I miss making macaroni and cheese only for you to take a few bites and say, "That's it?"

I miss driving you around all day and making it back for Roadshow

I miss taking you to Barnes and Noble and saying "Do you really need another cookbook?"

I miss my number one fan.

I miss the life who always made me feel seen.

I miss the person who continued to show up for me.

I miss the one who when my heart broke, would hold my hand and say "You deserve better anyways."

I miss the art critic who would look at my work and say, "Interesting."

I miss my co-pilot who would look out for red-lights, stop signs and police officers.

I miss my Starbucks companion.

I miss worrier.

I miss my shopping partner even when we were both broke.

I miss hearing you say my name.

I miss the smell of popcorn and coffee.

I miss pushing your hair back in with a bobby pin.

I miss saying, "Grandma, your slip is showing."

I miss the things that can't be said.

I miss my world.

I miss my light.

I miss you.