missing people

Recently on a fun little questionnaire on Facebook, the question was asked, “Who do you miss?” I thought about that, and honestly, after thinking about it, realized I don’t really miss people and that’s the response I wrote to the question. Now, let me explain, coz I’ve already gotten myself in trouble because of that answer. I have extended family that I see maybe twice a year, sometimes three. I love these family members and I’m always glad to see them. While I don’t sit around missing them the rest of the times I don’t see them, I realize when I do see them that I have indeed missed them. And it’s good to see them and we usually have a good visit.

Some of my family members took exception to the fact that I made that comment. I hope they know that I mean no disrespect to them.

Some of my answer has to do with the fact that my husband and I have lived away from our hometown for most of our married lives. He was in the military when we were first married. Later, he entered the ministry and we moved around a lot. We’ve only been back in our hometown the last eight years. During that time, we’ve had the addition of three grandsons into our lives and lots of responsibility with that. We have spent a great deal of time and expended a good bit of energy helping with the needs of these little guys. Add to that the “sandwich” lives we lead with aging parents requiring a good bit of our time and attention, and well, I just don’t miss people.

Besides, if I get to missing someone, I pick up the phone and call them, or I email them, or text them. Modern technology makes it easy to keep up with people, you know?

I fully understand the importance of family. I love my family. I just don’t miss people. I’m sorry if that offends.

2 Comments

  • kingphatcow

    March 13, 2009 at 7:20 pm Reply

    I don’t miss people either. Missing people is like kicking a wall to remind yourself your toe is broken. Only morons do that!

  • Joanne Sher

    February 14, 2009 at 1:28 pm Reply

    Some folks are awful sensitive, Claudette. I know whatcha meant! 🙂

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