I miss my wife. I miss the good memories a lot. I miss how she felt when I held her. I miss her laugh. I miss the sound of her friendly voice on the phone. Twenty six years ago I moved 1500 miles to be closer to her because I thought the sound of that voice over the phone was going to save me.

I remember my first job interview after I moved and they saw I'd been working for an excavation company almost half way across the country.

"So. Why are you here?"

"Can you see my truck out the window behind me? Can you see the ponytail in the passenger seat?"

I always tried, and I always wanted this.

Oh well. I have awesome kids.