Every Saturday in November, I’ll be using some of the questions you submitted for Opinion Saturday last week. For added fun this month I will be running another contest besides the normal award that I give (see my sidebar).
During November if you post an answer to one of my Saturday questions on your blog and link back to me, I’ll enter you in a drawing to be done on November 28th. That drawing is for one nearly-new copy of this book, ‘No One Cares What You Had for Lunch, 100 Ideas for Your Blog’.
For added enjoyment, this book has been lightly dog-eared by me, so that as you read it you will be treated to a look into my very psyche– or at least a look into what I may be blogging about in the future. This is a fun book. It’ll be fun to pass this book on to someone else who might enjoy it.
This week’s question is from Chris. Her question is simple: Who do you miss the most? And why?
You have until Tuesday evening to answer here in comments or on your blog, whichever you prefer. All answers will be eligible for the Golden Keyboard Award, but each answer posted on your blog will also get you an entry into the book drawing.
So come on, hit me with your best thought!
People who posted on their blogs
1. Organized Chaos
2. Rarely Home Mom
3. Wooden Porch
4. Toddler Planet
5. Fernook Farmgirl
6. A Woman Seeking Grace
7. Fair Love
8. It’s Always A Production
owlhaven.wordpress.com 
Do I have to narrow it down to just one?? In general, I miss all of my grandparents. My grandfather (mom’s side) died when I was 5 and then my grandmother died when I was 15. I miss them because I feel like I missed out on so much with them. My grandfather was just the happiest man with a wonderful love for God and his family – but I was 5, how much of that did I really get to see?! I was the 25th of 26 grandkids, so I envy alot of my cousins that got to know him well. My grandmother was an amazing cook, had 8 children, had lost a baby, had fostered children, had a great sense of style, was amazingly giving and was known for her hospitality. I had already built a close relationship with her, but I was 15 and I know there is so many things I could have learned from her. Things you don’t think about asking or learning when you’re a teenager. Things you’ve not even begun to experience so how are you supposed to realize what help they could give you. My other grandparents (dad’s side) – my grandfather died in August 2002 and my grandmother died 9 months later in May 2003. In January 2004, Isabella was born. I so badly wish they could have met my girls and my girls them. When both of them died, we were actually still dealing with infertility – not into our adoption process yet and I remembering crying thinking if I have children, they will never get to sit on their lap and get to see what wonderful people they are. My grandfather would never get to think of little nicknames for them like he did for me or try to bribe my daughters for “sugars” (the WV way of saying kisses 🙂 like he did with me. And they would never get to eat my grandmother’s great banana pudding or corn bread and have her worry about them like she did the rest of us. When Isabella was 6 months old, I actually wrote a letter to Isabella about her grandparents and how much I miss them and how much I wish they could have been a part of their adoption and how I know they all would have loved them unconditionally right away. I miss them terribly and wish I could spend just a few more days with each of them — I know I will see them again one day though!!!!
I miss my mother-in-law. Mama had four boys, and lost a baby girl at birth. She often said I was the daughter she never had. She loved me unconditionally, told me she was proud of me when I finally finished college, taught me to make pot roast with gravy, and lemon-lime cake that my (adult) kids still ask for as “Nanaw’s cake.” She got married at 15, during the Depression. She and Papaw remodelled a chicken coop to live in. She cooked on a wood burning stove that Papaw pieced together from parts he found at the dump. She was the living embodiment of “use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.” She taught me to stock up when canned goods were on sale, or dry beans, or anything non-perishable, because you never know when the (construction) job might end, and at least there would still be plenty to eat until the next job materialized. She wasn’t dressy or fixy as she would have said, seldom wore makeup, although she got her hair done every week. She worked hard all her life, would do anything for her kids and grandkids, was always ready to lend a helping hand to others, and informally adopted or fostered plenty of kids besides her own. She loved me like her own child, and I loved her right back. When I am troubled, I often dream of her, and wake up hearing her voice. I miss her terribly.
I think the people i miss the most are my baby brother and sister in Ethiopia. Although I’ve never met them I miss them horribly, It’s sad to think of them out there alone and I cannot wait until we bring them home.
Sweetanlo
(daughter of Pastormac’s Ann.)
I’m going to write about this on my blog.
But not tonight. It’s 11:30, I’m tired, I have church in the morning, and I just put some fake nails on and I can’t type and they hurt.
I miss my dad. Even though I am an adult woman, a mother of five, and I have a wonderful husband, my need for my dad’s imput and encouragement has not decreased too much.
We moved our family 3,000 miles away to serve in Haiti and the past ten months have been wonderful but difficult … sometimes difficult and wonderful CAN BE one in the same. Growth is difficult, but that is what I want, the results are wonderful.
I realized after moving that even if it was five minutes here and there each week, my dad and his love help me press on.
Now his encouragement is not face to face or on the phone, but through his prayers for us and in occasional e-mail communication.
I miss you dad!
-Tara
You drug me out of lurkdom with this Saturday’s question. I attempted to include a link to your site, but I’m not sure if I was successful. My answer was easy and difficult, all at the same time.
Sandy.
Who do I miss the most? My father! He died (from his 4th heart attack) when I was only 21. He was too young and I was too young to loose my father. I miss him and I miss the dad he could have/shoud have been if drugs and alcohol had not taken control of his life. Unfortunately, I never knew my dad outside of his addiction, but I would periodically catch a glimpse of who he was before the drugs. He would have been fascinating and fun! I miss HIM and I also miss the HIM that he should have been!
I miss my grandparents. They were godly people. Fun people. Cherished people.
And now that I have my own children, how dearly I wish that these generations could have known each other and gained from each other. Each group has so much to offer the other.
I miss them.
Here’s my thoughts: http://rarelyhomemom.wordpress.com/2006/11/05/who-do-you-miss-the-most/
[…] Mary at Owlhaven asked this question on her blog over the weekend. […]
Ok Mary, Mary, Bo Bary, I posted.
http://thewoodenporch.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-do-you-miss-most-and-why.html#links
Nails aren’t hurting as bad today, but this is the end of fake nails. Or blogging. Can’t have both.
I miss someone that was here a short time. I miss Lyndsey my baby girl that was born at 26 weeks weighing almost 2 pounds. I miss the little fighter that survived the first 48 hours when they said she wouldnt.
She worked her way into our hearts forever during her time inside of me and her 4 days on earth.
I imagine daily her at age 2, 4, 6, and on and on.
I miss her when Brittney is playing and wants a girl to play with.
I miss her when I see a little girl about 11 with black hair. She was the only child born with my husbands black hair. Both Brittney and Braden had blond hair.
I miss her, I know that she was meant to live in Heaven and not on earth but it doesn’t lessen the fact that I miss her. Years do not diminish her memory with each year that passes I don’t forget her I miss her more. I look at the keepsake box in my closet hold one of the blankets I had for her and look at her picture and simply miss her.
[…] Owlhaven asked in her Opinion Saturday post, “Who do you miss the most? And why?” I thought I could skip this one. I thought I could just keep reading and not respond, because clearly it’s not on-topic for my blog. But my thoughts keep coming back to the question and the answer that quickly follows it, and I need to answer this question echoing in the blogosphere. […]
My daughter, I miss her terribly and sometimes I can’t tell if I really want to have another child or if I’m just missing the one I lost.
I posted on my blog. Hope you enjoy it.
http://fernnookfarmgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-gave-up-ironing-many-years-ago.html
I posted on my blog.
Thank you for this walk down the paths of my memory.
I clearly don’t know how to create a link in a comment post, it just isn’t there.
Here it is, in all it’s lengthy-character-goodness:
http://seekingwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-my-dad.html
[…] Owlhaven’s Opinion Saturday question this week is a very one for me to answer. She asked this week who we miss the most, and hands down right now it is my Mom. Mom moved to Washington State after the divorce and has been there since (2 years now I think?) I miss her every single day. […]
I put mine up tonight. Nothing like waiting till the last min!
I miss my mom. I wrote about missing my mom in this post last summer.
http://itsalwaysaproduction.blogspot.com/2006/06/anniversary.html
[…] This week’s Opinion Saturday asked people to share who they missed. […]