Missing Most

It was my day off, so I went out for brunch. I like eating alone. I also like eating with other people, but sometimes, it's nice to eat alone. Conversation and chewing and chewing and conversation. Sometimes, it's hard. I was eating alone and looking out the window at the people passing by, and I thought, In 50 years, most of these people will be gone. Dead. We're all different, but we all have to die.

This thought got me thinking. What would I miss the most when I die?

I was sipping my coffee. I like the smell of coffee. There's nothing like it. I'll miss the smell of coffee when I die. But I won't miss it the most...

Then, I walked home. I like walking. It's my time to think. I'll miss it when I die. But I won't miss it the most...

Would I miss butter the most? I don't think so.

I'm curious. What do you think you'll miss the most when you die?