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What I miss about you...

I miss when you'd call me over to order something out of your new Spiegel catalog.I miss how you would buy little things for me because you knew I liked them or needed them.
I miss you teaching me how to play Monopoly.
I miss you taking me on trips and showing me something new.
I miss playing blackjack with you and betting with quarters.
I miss us "playing him" for rental cars every other month.
I miss you showing me the way.

I miss you waking up early on Saturday mornings and walking to McDonald's to get me breakfast
I miss you talking to me on the front porch, telling me what it was like growing up in the south
I miss you telling me the story on how you used to be a Pullman Porter
I miss us discussing the latest antics on The Young and the Restless, or WWF drama
I miss coming home in the summer and hearing the sounds of you watching your Atlanta Braves on tv

I miss having constant debates with you about absolutely nothing, and you was always right.
I miss when you wanted me to hear a song that you had a verse about me in it.
I miss when you would cook for me.
I miss how excited we would get to see each other after not seeing each other for a long period
I miss how you would talk to me until I fell asleep

I miss how we would sit, turn on some Erykah Badu, blaze and talk about everything
I miss how we could laugh about any and everything
I miss how we would go shopping with NO Money but manage to look STUNNING and still pay our bills with a prayer and a miracle
I miss how you had the ability to look at an empty room and fill it with love, color and life.
I miss how gentle, kind and understand you always were and always are with everyone.

I miss so many people for so many reasons, but for some reason, I miss you my family, my friends, my loves, I miss you more than ever.....

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  1. Michelle Farmer AndersonApril 17, 2011 at 1:10 AM

    Deep. And somewhat haunting but provoling and really the whole thing didn't come together untilthe very end. Well worded and nicely done!

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  2. Malisea QApril 17, 2011 at 9:05 AM

    Thank you! Yes, trying to be a bit abstract as I miss five different people, 2 passed away the others alive, but so far away from me....if not physical then mentally.

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  3. KymApril 17, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    I think I can guess all 5.....but I love to hear all that you miss. If you didn't miss something you wouldn't have memories, and if you didn't have memories, you wouldn't have learned life lessons, and if you didn't have life lessons, it wouldn't be worth living. Love you!

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  4. Malisea QApril 17, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    True indeed girl! True indeed.....but you can guess all 5??? hmmm tell me? lol

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  5. KymApril 17, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    Come on...you should of known only a true BFF would know all 5, and I'm not even listed in the above, but I know you miss me too!

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  6. Malisea QApril 18, 2011 at 9:09 PM

    Well I revised it.....I don't miss as many people as I thought. What a difference a day makes!

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  7. ebonie247March 25, 2014 at 4:11 AM

    I never read this till now, I love this for so many reasons.... Right now at this time in my life it rings true...

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