Who or what do you really miss in your life?

staying up all night to finish a novel. Hell I even miss the 24 hour shifts I used to pull when it was down to the wire. Casually calling a friend to say, “What’s up? What are we going to do?” Relating to one another. (that’s sorta like a Spencer Davis Group song).

my youth

I miss my folks and my relationship with my brother.

I miss my parents and sister, who are now all dead. I miss a good friend where the friendship ended. I miss my family who live across the country.

I miss my mom and dad who are dead.

My grandmother was like a second mother to me. She died when I was 14. She was very nurturing, cooking, baking, sewing, showing me things. She and my grandfather lived in a big Victorian house on the Hudson.

My step mom (cancer), and my brother in law(small plane crash) who were taken away from us way to early.
Miss both of them almost everyday.

The excitement of that first kiss.

My Grandparents. they raised me.

Nothing to miss actually.. having a perfect acceptable life now lol

I miss my old house of 7 years that I had to give up in March of 2013 after being tanked by the economic downturn. I had hoped to stay in that house until I died. haha
Oh well…such is the transient nature of all things.
Adapt or die.

Physical affection

My grandmother and her home, which we rarely visited because it was an ocean away. She died a while back, and the house was sold and demolished for an apartment building to be built.

My dad (who died of cancer six years ago)

A good friend (who pulled away after his life took a left turn. I don’t really understand why though).

There have been lots of other deaths and lost friendships, but those all seemed timely or made sense.

These two, were far too early and for no good reason.

I miss my dog Penny, she died three days after xmas last year at just four years old.
Gone but never forgotten

That youthful feeling of security, that the future will be what I make it, and the planet spins around just the right ball of burning gases.

I miss hard physical labor. Age and infirmity has left me unable of any kind of activity like labor, and I have experienced a feeling of helplessness and weight gain.

My old friend Sheila . She’d call me and I’d laugh until my stomach was killing me. She was so unique and taught me many things. She died after two years of grueling chemo and radiation. I never laugh like that anymore.
My ex inlaws (the first set ). Especially “mom.’ Best cook in the world. She could work magic with just a meatloaf. Mom made us feel like our spending the weekend with them was the most important event in her life. She had a warmth and caring about her and taught me to cook. I knew her from the time I was twenty until I divorced her son at forty two. She was so loved by their friends that, before she died, she told me, “it’s so surprising how you can love your friends more than members of your own family.” Yes; she had many loving friends and I know they all miss her.

Apart from my father, I don’t miss anyone else. I miss work-life balance. I posted a question recently about how many hours we all work. I work way too much and not by choice. It’s just part of the job I do. I love my work but sometimes look back to the times when I had much less responsibility within my job and worked many less hours. It’s something I really need to fix in 2015. How to make that happen is the challenge because long work hours and task-based jobs are endemic in the area I work in.

My God he was fun. Even when we were busting our asses he’d find some way to throw in some fun.

^ who @Adirondackwannabe? Who was fun?

It dropped half my answer. My father. he was so much fun. Even when he got both of our asses in a jam, because he would take chances, just like I do. I guess you don’t fall far from the tree, :)

Nods. I hear you. No matter how old we get, we’re always someone’s little boy or little girl. There will always be times we wish we could run home or pick up the phone to share something fabulous that’s happened or cry on their shoulder when life kicks us. In many ways, I don’t think I’m like my dad. He was calmer and more reserved than me. We do share some key traits though :-)

Taking chances is good (in my book). Not much point being here if we don’t extend ourselves and strive for more and to do better.

He was very good at what he did, and he would demand a lot to get things done, but when we got stuff done, he knew how to have fun. We both loved speed, and we’d do crazy stuff together, but we had so much fun, it made the bumps and bruises worth it. When I lost him I think I went a bit wild, but I pulled it back together.

It’s been three years since my best friend died, and I still miss him every day.

@AshLeigh Asher? He sounds like he was so cool. I’m sorry for your lose.

Snow!! I miss snow! I love snow. I live in the tropics. It’s Christmas. It’s 30+ºC here and it was 40ºC last week.

@Adirondackwannabe, he was the best :)

I still miss my Dad. He was a smart, good, kind man and encouraged, praised and was always there for his “girls” my sister and I. Before he died he and I had a private talk and during the conversation I brought up the wall mural that his sisters had painted in their bedroom. The mural was always intriguing to me. Dad said the sisters had painted it free hand, then he said, “I bet you could paint too.” He died about a month later. About a year after his death, I took a painting class and painted my first oil painting. An instructor told me, “You have talent.” I took the painting home, looked at it and cried my eyes out, because Dad was right, I could paint. But… he never saw that painting.