The Missing Piece

Imagine a puzzle box. It jangles when you shake it. You can hear the soft cardboard pieces slide from one side to the other just begging  to be laid out on a table and slowly built into the whole they once were.Piece by piece, nooks and crannies connect and a picture emerges. Smiling faces come into focus. A handsome man, two beautiful children, and a woman smiling at you through the broken lines. Their bodies develop before your eyes and as the puzzle comes together, you realize that there are missing pieces.The border has come together. The man and his children stand fully formed. But the woman is missing a piece or two. Her smiling face is there. Her torso and legs are there but something is missing. Maybe its a hand or a foot. But something keeps the picture of this woman from being 100%. So much is there but the picture is not complete.People ask me if I miss acting and this the best analogy I can make. The picture of my life is pretty full. I have a beautiful healthy family and they fill my heart. The smile on my face is real. But I am missing something. It is not something I cannot live without but like a missing limb, it is something I miss everyday.Time has passed and the I still feel the piece that I have not filled. Life has given me so many blessings yet again, the hole remains. If time cannot fill the hole nor love, what will finish that puzzle? That is the question of my life.