I miss a lot of things.
...I miss my daughter and family in Michigan and the house we built and lived in for 23 years.
...I miss my family, friends, and pets who have passed on.
...I miss the spryness, agility, and endless energy I used to have. I miss not being able to do cartwheels anymore and not being as fearless as I once was.
...I miss the corner drugstore and Five and Ten where I would sit at the counter on a stool and drink chocolate cokes, cherry cokes, or vanilla cokes and eat salisbury steak with my mom.
...I miss riding the bus downtown to meet teenage girlfriends and eat lunch in the Macy's Tearoom.
...I miss our Sundays at Grandpa and Grandma's farm 20 miles away where I would help Grandma harvest her garden, collect eggs from the coop, visit the hatchery, swim in the big round cow trough and sit on the tractor seat Grandpa had mounted on a stump and "drive" for what seemed like hours. I miss the smell of Grandma's house, her fried chicken dinners, cherry pie, homemade pickles, and getting water from the pump in the front yard. I don't miss watching her chop off the chicken's head.
Dang nostalgia!
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