I.
I think you miss the walking.
The flash of a bright orange safety coat
Your hair against the wind
Blowing in your face
And having to shake it out of your view
And then I think you would remember 
The times when that wasn’t an issue
And hair did not rest on top of your head
II.
I think you miss the cooking.
The potatoes you put into a boiling pot
Filled with chicken and oily sauce
And then your famous dessert
Stacked ice cream sandwiches
Covered in whipped cream and sprinkles
And you even let us join you in the creation of this art
I would lean over, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt
And you would hold the stool that I stood on.
III.
I think you miss the shopping.
You would travel the aisles of the discount shop
Searching for something that you thought useful and fun
Most of the time we would throw it out a few weeks later 
But I remember the last time you came
The final gift you gave was a blanket
I think it was so that it could embrace us
When you would no longer be able to.
VI.
I think you miss the traveling.
You would visit us a few states over
And drive all day
Past the mountains 
And through the endless roads
To visit your grandchildren
And then you would go back a day later
But at least you came
And at least you were there
You cherished the moments we had together
We didn’t. 
I wish we had.
V.
I think you miss the calls.
You would call
We would groan
Our mom would pass us the phone
We would pout and try to run away
Because towards the end your words didn’t make much sense
And it felt like a waste of time
But with all the excuses in the world to not call
You called.
VI.
I think you miss him.
He might miss you too
But, I’m not sure
He has married again
He has another family now
And while he is happy
He has forgotten about the others
Us.
Me.
VII.
But above all
I think you miss being alive
I think it tortures you to not be human anymore
How do you get used to that?
I cannot imagine the pain of seeing what you once were
And now, what you will never be.
VIII.
And now I sit wondering
If it’s you that misses all these things
If it’s you who is in pain
Or,
If it’s me. 


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