Things I miss about my Daddy at this precise moment.  1. Greetings.  We have had so many moments of anticipation. So many times that the tension in the air mounts higher and higher as the clock ticks down the minutes before we come together. I miss that. I wish that was something I even had a clock for right now. At least before this plague I had a when date and a countdown timer in my head. I don't even have that now.  I miss you on the other side of the door and the deep breaths I would take before knocking. Before being pulled inside. There's a montage of doors and you in my mind replaying all the moments I arrived to you. To home.   2. Kisses.  Your lips are soft. That I remember. And your beard tickles. And your tongue is always happy to find mine. And when you kiss me it's as though you're saying the million things I want to hear without actually saying anything at all. Also, you always taste good. Like fruit. Like sugar. Kissing you is like falling d...