Sometimes it’s the little things about Lee that I miss.

Hearing him come home at night. Watching him mow the lawn and admiring his muscles (!), watching him be a good Daddy, his laugh.

When he gets really tickled about something he laughs like Snidley Wiplash on the Dudley Do Right cartoon. Yesterday when I visited him, he started laughing and he laughed so hard, he laughed like that.

I was laughing too and thought how wonderful it was to hear his laugh. It’s been so long since I heard him laugh that much.

Today I was thinking about another little thing I miss.

I switched phone services at home last year. I remember being at work on the day it was to switch over and realizing I would lose his voice on the greeting on the voicemail.

I liked having it there because people that didn’t know he was gone would think a man lived with us. I also often called home to leave myself a message about something I needed to remember. I loved hearing his voice on the greeting.

So I survived losing this, but it was still something that hurt to lose.

Sometimes when I try to explain how I’m thinking or how things have affected us, I realize that to many people these things would be no big deal. But when it’s pieces of your life or memories of your loved one or things that were “normal” losing them feels so big.

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