it's funny how one moment i'm thinking about how much i love christmas and then the next moment i'm thinking about how christmas is synonymous to one of your favorite food. and in a grocery store, i see my sister reaching for the same bread you used to eat for breakfast or lunch or dinner or as a snack. how i long to hear what you think of every movie i've ever watched since you've left - because you see things i usually fail to notice or you interpret things better than i can. and that makes the whole picture complete. it's funny how i may not always remember your favorite color, but i know how you want your coffee and i've learned how to cook some of your favorite food. and i remember you every time i eat spam when i suddenly reach for the banana catsup when i used to eat it with the tomato one. and how i still talk to every animal i see and when i take a picture i remember that i have no one to send them to anymore. and i miss the way your eyes sparkle when we talk about anything that excites you and the anticipation on days when i know i'm going to see you. oh darling, this week, all i ever did was miss you.