I miss conversation. I miss planning. I miss humor. I miss looking forward to things with him. I miss him knowing things that we experienced together. Like the used car salesman that lent us a mini so I could take my drivers license cause I couldn’t parallel park and it was the smallest car possible. Or that Rob taught me to drive, or how he was on the roof of a client fixing their A/C when the call came that I was in the ambulance on my way to the hospital for an emergency C-section for our first born and how he somehow managed to get there before me, and the time that Jake exited our hotel room in San Jose and didn’t know our names or how to get back into the room at 2am. (he was almost 2) So many memories.