Just one more....

I can't smell you anymore.  Every night I stop in your room before I go to bed, I pull your chemo hat out of your dresser and take a big whiff but you aren't there anymore.  I guess I should be glad it lasted as long as it did - 7 whole months. I looked around your room and it hit me again - you're gone and I won't see you for such a long time.

There are so many things I would love to have just one more of:
     just one more hug
     just one more smile
     just one more 'eye roll'
     just one more late night on the couch
     just one more talk into the wee hours of the morning
     just one more piano piece
     just one more chance to be your personal music stand while you practiced your violin
     just one more chance to tell you 'I love you' (I do that every night but I don't know
          if you hear me)
    just one more art project
    just one more in-depth discussion about the moral implications of "Sister Wives"
    just one more new restaurant to explore
    just one more "I love you mom"
    just one more anything........