I Miss my Sweetheart

Everyday I think of him. Many, many times. And I miss so many things about him.

I miss how we always sat close to each other in church– often holding hands unified in our faith. Our children always sat on either side of us - never between us.

I miss the therapeutic-on-demand foot rubs. In the most unladylike way, I would thrust my feet into his lap and know that without complaint he would soothe the cares of the day away.

I miss sharing fajitas and conversations on the patio at Café Adobe.

I miss his loving devotion to his mother which led him to call her every week to chat and express his love and concern for her.

I miss being a participant in his weekly Sunday School class where he carefully and thoughtfully taught new members and investigators of the church. Through his gentle inquirys he guided each student in discovering their own thoughts, feelings and opinions.

I miss working on a project with him and the shared feeling of accomplishment when the task was completed.

I miss answering the phone and hearing one of our children ask to talk to him when his advise or encouragement was being sought.

I miss his companionship in everything I do. His gratitude for meals. His laugh while watching silly movies. His enjoyment of running errands with me. His instructions while paying bills. His opinions when discussing issues.

I miss hearing him say to others “Welcome to church.” “How is your family?” “I appreciate all you do.” “You are doing a great job.” “Do the best you can.”

I miss hearing him say to me “I appreciate all you do.” “You are doing a great job.” “I just want you to be happy.” “I love you.”

Veldon, I miss you.

Love, Joyce