I miss Jeanette
- I miss her feet. I miss rubbing them when they were sore with lotion that smells like Lemon Pledge.
- I miss her lavender body oil. (I burn candles to remember, but they just aren’t the same.)
- I miss the smell of her skin.
- I miss her red heart-shaped mirror sunglasses.
- I miss her gap-toothed smile,
- I miss her long and beautiful hair. I loved when her mom would braid it, but my braids never looked as good.
- I miss her light blue eyes, and the compassionate knowing they showed.
- I miss her breasts — her huge “Tracts of Land” and the best stress relievers ever.
- I miss her playfulness.
- I miss her compassion — to me, to Asimov, and to every child and floofy dog she met.
- I miss her curative intelligence. (For music playlists, our book collection, comics, movies, Pinterest, and everything else)
- I miss her love; I miss our love.
- I miss her inclusionary acceptance for anyone who was just hanging on to the edge of our circle of friends.
- I miss her connecting me more broadly and deeply to a wide circle of friends and friend-family.
- I miss our dreams together. Of being parents. Of growing old together.
- I miss our life together.
- I miss watching TV with her. Especially something like Master Chef Jr.
- I miss how God knit us together.
I miss Jeanette.