It seems that, as we grow
older, we begin to
mourn various aspects of our
past kind of
giving out on us. These can be many
things, whether they are
people, certain
emotions, even our
intellect (
god forbid). It seems that, in such a
numb,
anestheticized country as the
good ol' US of A, it is almost encouraging to recognize that we
mourn things ... at least it's an
emotion that we can't overcome with our
minds.
So ... what do you
mourn? What is that one
person,
place,
emotion,
time,
whatever that you did or lost that you still can't get out of your mind?