I miss going for walks late at night and hearing about your day. I miss listening to your stories of ordinary events and the way you tell them with such passion that makes them wonderful. I miss the sound of your voice, and watching the clouds and the stars and the moon until the sun came up. I miss the way you used to say my name and the look on your face when you saw me there, waiting for you. I miss your warm embrace on a cool evening. Of all the things I miss about you, most of all, I miss seeing that smile that lifted me from even my worst days.