I had heard snatches of a song about “driving you home” a couple of times while shopping and had been wanting to hear the entire song. I finally did hear the entire song, while dining out alone. The line I remember best, and probably the title of the song, is “Who’s gonna drive you home tonight.”
For the past year and a half, no one has been driving me home. Without Greg there is no one to drive me home. No one to drive me to the movies. No one to drive me to a nice restaurant. No one to drive me to a concert. No one to drive me down back roads in the wee hours of the morning.
No one to drive me through life.
I’m driving myself these days. To the places mentioned above. Then I drive myself home, where I sit in the truck and wonder why I even have a good vehicle, for I have no one with whom I can share the open road and busy city streets, and glorious scenery along the way.
Friends sometimes travel with me, but it’s not the same as having Greg accompanying me, for they return to their homes, leaving me missing Greg and our travels through life.
No one is driving me home tonight.
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