As I look around, I see a beautiful countryside. A
beautiful mountain that still holds the memories of life as it was
yesterday, yesteryear. I think about all of the loved ones
that once graced my life, how they touched it in some way and I am
suddenly wracked with a feeling of loneliness that threatens to
take the very breath out of me. Did I ever know these people or
were they just ghosts from another time and place that have decided
to haunt me. I miss them, I miss the fellowship, the genuine
concern for fellow man and the strong bonds that used to be family.
I want to return to those times, step back into an episode of
the Waltons, for lack of a better term. Anyway, God knows His
business, but I’m still lonesome for those that have helped to make
me who I am today. Be thankful for the older generation in
your life and just know that you are blessed with them, as they
hold a vast array of knowledge of a world and a time that has long
passed us by.
