Four years ago this evening my Mom passed away in her sleep. The time has gone by so fast. My Dad will be eleven years in May. It doesn't feel anywhere near that long. So bizarre.
When I think about all my dead relatives, it isn't any one person I miss in particular, it's everyone. It's the whole family. Most of my family was pretty young when I was born (Dad 21, Mom 19-1/2) so with the exception of my Grandfather, who was diagnosed with emphysema the year before I was born and died when I was twelve, so I was fortunate that they were all around for most of my life, including adulthood. And I really miss having everyone around. I'd love to go back to those days.