Yes I do.
Each time I throw my hand over the empty pillow in my sleep and wake up and realize you are not here. As I stop on my way home to pick up mail. As I put out the trash. As I channel surf and Taylor Swift is on. As I eat what Amma makes and realize you would have loved it. As I sit and browse and realize the seat next to me is empty. As I haul the week’s grocery to the car. As I sign the check and realize with a sigh that I have to run to the bank. As I call up the cable company and argue with them over missing channels. As in everything else I do.
In little ways and subtler ones, I miss your presence, your smile, the silly arguments and the love.