There are times I think of what I have. Not material things. But more spiritual and emotional items. Like stress, or depression. Love and hate. Luckily I don’t have much stress, or hate. I am rarely depressed. But love…I have a truck load of that. The people that really brought me joy through the years are gone, but not forgotten. I’m not a godly person, yet I do believe in spirits. (Read my book “The Brotherhood of the Gemin”). And I believe since we’re from stardust…we go back to being stardust. Ergo – we become the stars. And that’s where our lost loved ones go so we can be among them.
And that’s where “Missing You” comes from. My head. And my easy-squeezy feelings.