the flag

i get a little teary just looking at it.
what it means.
what he meant to us.
what he passed on to my kids in his legacy.
i miss him.
i miss his back-wrenching backrubs.
i miss listening to gospel prechers on his talk radio programs.
i miss the smell of garlic.
i miss watching him tinker in his shed out back.
i miss watching my granny dote on him and fix his supper.
i miss the smell of his pipe.
i miss the suspenders he always wore.
i miss the way he would call my grandma "moma"
i miss the way he could always quote scripture in any situation, because he knew it so well.
i miss his laugh.
i miss his stories.
i miss him.