It’s just the little things that get in the way
I was just thinking about her yesterday, wondering how she was and thinking maybe I could call her and chat a bit. No, it wasn’t yesterday, but it wasn’t long ago. No no, well at least it wasn’t that long ago. Hmmm maybe it was a few weeks ago. And I really intended to call.
But then Kaity got the flu….and then Doug got the flu….and then Kaity got the flu again. And then I had all these term papers to grade and end-of-term group projects to write up. And then I had to get these forms and papers into the Curriculum office to meet the deadline. And then I had to finish creating the new Gender Class I am teaching with another instructor over Interactive TV between two campuses. And then now it is finals week and I am just trying to stay afloat.
But then I received a phone call that my old friend died–she had died three weeks ago with the memorial service this past weekend and no one thought to call me until it was noticed I wasn’t there. The news made me stop everything and think about friendships and distance and how I have not kept in touch….that string between us all is stretched so thin I rarely see it…..and it made me incredibly sad that someone I loved–another person I loved and had not kept in contact with–had died and I didn’t know it….I didn’t feel the atmosphere change or something. And it made me realize that I am the one who needs to stay in contact with people because I want to stay in contact with them. Time is meaningless if we have no friendships.
My heart is heavy tonight…it might be indigestion, but more likely it is sadness for the loss of my friend, a friend I lost a few years ago when I stopped paying attention to things that are important.
peace~~
I’m so sorry, sophist.
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i’m sorry for your loss and for all the feelings that come with it… ((((Sophist)))) sending my best thoughts to you and Doug and that flu-bit munchkin… when is spring break? i’ll call you this time! love you
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(hugs)
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It’s an all too common thing to lose touch on a permanent basis because we get too wrapped up in things to make those connections. Don’t feel guilty about it — it’s being human. It shows that you’re working on the issue by reconnecting with us, and we are so glad to hear from you.
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I understand this out of touch feeling. It happens before you know it. Too late to go back, but never too late to go forward. Don’t you wish we could just put this planet on half speed for a while?
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As usual Sophist, your writing touches us all, and reminds me that I have not told you how much I miss your writing for a long time. I’m sorry for your loss and thankful for the reminder.
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I’m so sorry for your loss. ((((Sophist)))))
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I’m so sorry, babe. (You’re in my thoughts daily). Gregg
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