Missing Him

I’m not sure exactly what to say. I keep expecting Mike to be home at any minute, but then it hits me. Or I’ll walk into the living room thinking he’s going to be there before realizing he’s gone.

I miss his little rants and even his habit of cracking his back. He complained so much about our neighbor leaving her trash outside her door that she ended up keying his truck. Everyone in the building had a problem with her, but he was the only one willing to complain to management. And he was willing to tell her he complained. It probably would have been best if he had kept that to himself. It’s funny to think back on that now.

I miss him more than anything. I love him and I’m not sure what I’ll do without him. He did everything for me… he was a great guy.

Yvonne