I've seen you a few times since you left.
Once at Taco Bell. You came over and smiled at my sweet daughter. You looked just the same. I half expected you to hook your thumbs in your over-alls and smile to yourself before heading out the door with your quiet strength.
A few times I've dreamed of you. You grinned your approval when I told you I was pregnant. You responded, "Well." with a twinkle in your eye. You always could tell a story with one word or just a look. You were proud. Excited; telling me good job with just a word. "Well."
Last week. You drove by me in your old, blue farm truck that you had when I was a little girl. I looked over and waved my sadness away in that moment, because you were there saying "hi" with a one finger wave.
Every time I hear Amazing Grace.
We all miss you.