I miss just being able to relax and not even be conserned about a thing but relaxing,chilling and a calmer time.The world today is just to rushed.

I miss holidays as they use to be in my house. I had more energy, more ability to decorate the house and put on parties. Now my house is small, I am limited in many ways and there is no child...

I miss the time when capitalism, self reliance, individuality and prayer weren't dirty words.(f)


Duchess

I miss bubble baths...

... the tub here is every so small...

I just read through all these posts.Being honest i didnt get through it without a few tears in my eyes.As far as relationship stuff goes,I miss all of it.The touches the smell of a pretty lady and those very tender words she whispers to me with her eyes.



I Miss someone that genuinly gives a shit.That is what i miss.

I miss a soft touch on the shoulder while I am sitting at my desk working on research papers. A faint kiss on the cheek and a surprise cup of coffee.

Even though mom is here (she has Alzheimer's), I miss her talking to me, giving me advice and being my mom. I miss her more and more as each day that damn disease robs her of her very being.

I miss travelling, old friends and good coffee.

I miss my own space with my own rules.

Hold onto it - it will come your way again. There's always that little gypsy wagon *smiles*

When I was a child every night after bath and before bedtime my grandmother would brush my hair 100 strokes. She would sit me at a little stool in front of her chair and just slowly and quietly run the brush down my hair. I was always an energetic child but this simple act soothed me like nothing else could. This went on until she passed away when I was 15.

I miss having someone to brush my hair. I suppose that sounds dreadfully silly but especially on stressful days I think it would be so lovely and comforting. So comforting I almost believe I could have major surgery without anesthesia so long as someone brushed my hair beforehand.


Katniss~~*sigh*

I miss the "truth" ~

being able to sleep threw the night !

I Miss a Second Chance.
 

I think that is why i go to the cemetary.Looking at the marker with his name and stairing at the cracks in the bare ground..I think there is human emotion but it just will not surface.The last question i asked was not met with acceptance.Could i have asked it differently? No.I was asked why i go there and i didnt really have an answer.I think i know my answer now,to get a second chance.....

I have been working on a song I am writing recently that is just about finished. The song is called Grandmas Knee. As I write it, and contemplate the meanings of the words I choose, I miss my grandmother very much.

I miss her calm wisdom and her gentle understanding. I miss how she never treated me as a child, but always as a young woman who was still learning who I was.

I hope shes proud of me....

Playing golf .
And floating around in the swimming pool.

there isn't a single shred of doubt in my mind .........she's so proud of u darlin! ....never think for a sec that she wouldnt b ....

i miss game nights..n movie nights wit the fam....itll happen again things have jus been busy....im also missin thai food...shoppin at lush for my gurrl(s) n passin out on the phone lol ....but im so happy wit what i got...snuggles wit my grrl....a family who loves me for me....progress with transition ...

I miss wearing cute dresses and open-toed shoes. I am officially over this cold weather.