I have all these lofty plans to write letters, or send cards on special occasions or phone for no other reason than to hear the voice of the person on the other end of the call.
But, I don’t.
There is guilt. No excuses are given, no pattern of behavior altered. I’m simply a neglectful keep-in-touch-er.
It’s not that I forget these special events – birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas – I just don’t acknowledge them with a written message. I’ll call, I’ll text, I’ll email, I might even visit, but if you want a handwritten note, the wait could be long.
There are promises to do better, but I fall back into my bad, neglectful habits. It’s difficult to explain to my loved ones that my lack of attention is not proportional to my level of affection.
Hopefully, my friends and family accept my letter-writing and phone-calling deficiencies, and know that when I see them, I’ll make up for it in hugs.
“If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?” ~ Stephen Levine
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Using “letter” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow wordsters.