Missing Wayne, But Don't Worry About Me

1. His hands

2. How he would take his wedding ring off his finger and put it on the top of his ear to hold the pinched skin together.

3. His dry, corny wit. I’d love the hear him tell a joke, like the one about the guy who didn’t like the doctor’s diagnosis and said he wanted a second opinion. “Okay,” said the doctor, “you’re ugly, too.”

4. His physical presence here in our house

5. Looking out the kitchen window to see him out there in his straw hat mowing the lawn. He mowed it better than anyone I’ve hired since his death, of course, but that’s only part of it. The other part was just seeing him out there, such a comforting thing to me. Don’t know why.

6. The smell of him on his pillow

7. I think of him every time I go into any bathroom in this house.

8. He loved the shower in our bathroom.

9. His cooking, how he made such a mess in the kitchen. He had bought several books about cooking and food, ordered this or that machine.

10. His hymn playing, “Lord Dismiss Us With Thy Blessing”

11. He loved to sing.

12. I hear a Subaru start up or see one like his and start talking to him, asking him why he is not here.

13. Watching him write

14. His feet. I always told him he had ugly feet. Funny.

15. Hearing him get confrontational on the phone with tele-marketers

16. His voice

17. The way his mind worked. “Logic dictates,” you know.

18. His perpetual concern over his health

19. His love of his grandchildren

20. There is always more.