Something tells me you have at least another 72 years ahead of you to miss things. You're likely more healthy than anyone on this site.As you get older, there is a whole shit load of things to miss. I miss most of the various stuff that all of you have mentioned above, family, friends, pets and cars. On a daily basis, I miss getting up in the morning without the snap, crackle and pop as I hit the floor, to make sure everything is working properly. Life is good though and I still enjoy things with as much enthusiasm as I ever had in the past. Set goals, enjoy your accomplishments and never let the past keep you from moving forward.
Been watching 90s movies on Netflix and all the women are hotter than the women of today
I miss being able post “don’t be a rim leaner”
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I miss my boys being little fellers.
The nest is empty now.
I miss all my grandparents, my maternal grandmother in particular who passed about 5 years ago at 94. I also miss my English yellow lab Samson.
Pm me.I miss my best friend. He joined the Air Force, and now has a wonderful life living in Japan. We had some great times together. I haven’t seen him in years and have no way to get in contact with him.
Amen brother!One thing I really do miss though is when the world was not upside down and ass backwards like it is now. I feel like that time was mostly pre 2000s. Now things feel like we are just spiralling downward and I hope we can pull back up.
You can't unring the bell, what's past is gone forever. live for today and the future.
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I miss eating at my grandparents houses. My grandmas used to make food to dream of.
If I were eating there I knew I had to starve myself before I got there. They would make salads, soups, pastas, main courses, side dishes and desserts all home made and cooked all day with love.
If I didn’t eat everything my grandmas would think I was sick and get nervous. Srs.
The best was bringing friends over and watching their faces as the food was being served.
Then if they didn’t eat like me my grandmas would start yelling at them and my friends would force themselves to eat and only stop just before they puked.
My mother’s mother died 6 years ago at 94 and my fathers mother is still alive at 100 but her cooking days are long gone.