Remember 2020 Dec 6th

Who or what did you miss?

I miss calling home and having my dad pick up the phone and greet me enthusiastically. I miss my dad. I miss missing him. This first year without him, was rightly overshadowed by my mum’s out of nowhere cancer diagnosis and a global pandemic.

I miss the days when my worries for my children were whether they ate enough vegetables and how frequently they had bowel movements.

I miss aimlessly walking through book stores.

I miss dinners with friends. Eating and drinking and conversing. I miss my friends.

I miss my faith. I miss the comfort it once offered. I miss the incense and the music.

I miss my colleagues at work.

I miss my lighter body. I miss my my flexible body.

I miss the ease of days.