Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing when I close my eyes
You're missing when I see the sun rise
You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I have
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops



It's amazing to me that this song still rings as true to me today as it did a year ago. As far as I've come, as much as I like to think I've moved on, Joe is forever missing.

Patrick and I went to see the dance recital of a few girls in our class tonight. You know what I saw? Dads. Everywhere. Video taping their kids. Huge smiles across their faces.

My boys do not have a dad. He is missing. He is gone. And that sucks.

-B