My hands feel… empty now. All those years, building the business, just pushing and pushing, making sure the kids had MORE than I did. And they do, they're good kids, grown up, moved away. But now the shop is sold, the days are so QUIET, and I look around and there's no one here. No one for coffee, no one to complain about the weather with. Did I just... forget to plant anything else? Anyone else get to this age, 49, almost 50, and realize the garden of your life is just one big patch of concrete? Am I the only one who feels like they missed something IMPORTANT?