I miss the days when men held doors open for women and walked on the street side of the sidewalk. I miss Sunday dinners at Grandma's house, where I could hardly sleep the night before, dreaming of her homemade cherry pie. I miss the department store windows at Christmas, especially the little red wagon that stared back at me as I hoped it would be under the tree.
I miss driving through the countryside with no particular destination, stopping along the road to enjoy a picnic lunch. I miss the smell of new clothes on the first day of school and the haircuts I got the Saturday before. I miss long conversations with Granddad, who, in my eyes, was the smartest person I knew, and I still miss him.
I miss autumn nights and Friday night football games under the lights. I miss my mom's laughter, her kindness, and our walks on warm summer evenings. I miss the ice cream man whose bell meant he was nearby, prompting my mad dash to Mom for a quarter. I miss sledding down hills and skating on a frozen pond that Dad made for us.
I miss my first love, who taught me patience as we discovered each other in the warmth of affection. I miss my years in the Navy, the countries I visited, the friends I made, and the unique feeling of being out at sea as saltwater weathered my face. I miss my children when they were babies, gazing into my eyes and melting my heart.
I miss driving lessons with my dad, who patiently showed me how to use a clutch and reassured me that it was alright, even when I failed the first test. I miss so many things, but I am grateful that I can still remember countless moments from my life that hold great meaning.
Life moves quickly; children grow up, parents and loved ones pass on, and before you know it, you find yourself alone with your memories, wishing for just one more ride on the carousel of life.
Mike 2025
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