Short and Sweet

           I just flew home on a red eye and am a bit jet lagged, so I will keep this short and sweet. I miss them. My Dad and grandparents, and even those that are no longer in my life, but are still alive and well on this planet. The empty sadness comes and goes, but when I am in Florida, it hurts the worst because it’s in front of my face that I am here, and they are not. Nothing I can do, but keep going. It’s not depression or debilitating, but there is sadness in the recognition that I will never be able to talk to my Dad and grandparents again. Well, I talk to them, but if they can hear me, which I like to believe they can, I cannot hear them. I envy people who have their parents and grandparents still, even in their 40s and beyond. "Life is short" is such a trite thing to say, but it is true. We only have 100 years to live, if we are lucky. The years fly by all too quickly. Make the most of the time you have. Make it sweet, because it’s all so short.