I think most of us are more motivated by what we can't have (to a point). Then when we get it someimtes it falls into the category of "be careful what you wish for...". I know what you mean about missing him. My H still is living in the house, but I have never been so lonely. Once in awhile, I see the man I know and love, usually it's just Fred (Lissett was kind enough to christen him).
