Usually, I’m a fairly contented human being. I’m learning more and more all the time to live in gratitude rather than expectation. I try to live focused on what I have rather than what I don’t.

Even so a memory will occasionally hit me and I realize that sometimes I wish I could go back in time. Every now and then, I’ll see an old photograph and wish that I could even for a minute or two step into it and relive that moment.

I miss a few things.

I miss Sunday lunches at my grandmother’s house. Usually, there was fried chicken and green beans and lots of other yummy stuff like only grandmas can make.

I miss those times when I would take my other grandmother to Taco Bell. She did love her some tacos and it was some quality time that I got to spend with her.

I miss Christmas at my old house when all the relatives would come over and the house would be full.

I miss Blockbuster and going on a Friday night to spend way too much time trying to figure out what to rent because I didn’t have something specific in mind when I went in.

I miss music stores.

I miss family reunions on the last Sunday of every June when I’d see some distant relatives that I hadn’t seen since last June, with enough food brought to feed Custer’s army. And lots of fried chicken.

I’m thankful that I was blessed with so much in my life that I loved enough to miss it when it was over. I’ve known a lot of remarkable people that I hope a little bit of them rubbed off on me. I’ve been to some amazing places and created some special memories that can come alive for me at just the right moment.