Day 8: Something you miss.

Something I miss? My sanity? Or is that just a given? Hm. On a superficial note - I do miss having a 2nd car. This coordinating gig sometimes irks me. But, hey - we have a car so I should be grateful! On a more serious note - I miss people. Not things. I miss my Mom. I miss my Daddy. I miss my sister Barbara. They've all passed on. This may sound silly or "she needs help" kind of thing but...let me whisper it to you. I haven't deleted their email addresses out of my account. It's my tie to them. Perhaps that's silly but... Hm.

My mom - I miss her chatty ways. I miss her warm hugs. I miss her "ho-ho" laughs at a silly joke. I miss her offering tootsie rolls to the grandkids. I miss her puttering about in her garden. I miss her vast knowledge of the opera world. I miss her sparkly eyes when Dad would pat her backside. I miss her warmly greeting my friends. I miss her telling me about the things she learned about her ancestors. I miss playing duets with her. I miss... her telling she loves me.

My dad - I miss his chuckles. I miss the smell of Dr. Pepper about him and the gazillion empty cans in his car rattling around. I miss his smile. I miss quiet moments of drawing pictures with him. I miss him bringing flowers every Saturday for my mom. I miss him standing at the top of the stairs checking out the dates I brought home. I miss him being silly and holding his pinky finger out when he'd start writing. I miss... holding his strong hands.

My sister - I miss her giving me opportunities to learn new things. (Tap-dancing, stage make-up, anything with the arts.) I miss babysitting for her. I miss her infectious laughter that just springs up from the bottom of her soul. I miss her love of music. I miss running out for ice-cream with her and throwing them out the window. I miss watching her paint. I miss singing crazy with her on different musicals. I miss... her beautiful voice.