Days of auld lang syne.
A friend of mine recently posted about losing time, a solemn post hastened by the loss of her husband's best friend. A post of regret, for not keeping up with people, for not making the people in her life a priority, and I have myself been guilty of the same thing. She called, weeks ago I think, while I was working, and I kept saying 'I'll call her back' ... but never did. Meant to, but ... it never was a priority. And it -should- be. Though she's 'only' an online friend, and one I rather inherited from my husband, I adore her. She's the kind of woman I enjoy talking to, and would, were we nearer to each other, enjoy spending time with. And she has Peanut, whom I could spoil wickedly!
There are other friends also, whom I neglect not for spite or meanness, but laziness. Stacy, who lives in Florida but needs to visit more .. or we need to visit her. Nicole the Spastic in Virginia, who let me room with her in NH on my journey to meet the man who became my husband. Sara, in NH, who still calls him my Cowboy, and whom I still love and adore and wish I could visit. Lana, George, Hannah .. the few from our Camarilla days who I still would want to keep up with. But I don't. Why? Simply put, I'm lazy. Other things have taken priority, and I'm not good at getting out of a bad routine.
I have decided I'm going to make more of an effort this year to keep in touch with those friends whom I have lost touch with. I don't want for them to slip unnoticed into the recesses of my memories. I want each and every one of them to know that they are still cherished in my mind. Though some of us no longer have anything in common, I still cherish the memories of times we had together, and I delight in hearing about their lives, knowing their happinesses, fretting over their struggles.
There are other friends also, whom I neglect not for spite or meanness, but laziness. Stacy, who lives in Florida but needs to visit more .. or we need to visit her. Nicole the Spastic in Virginia, who let me room with her in NH on my journey to meet the man who became my husband. Sara, in NH, who still calls him my Cowboy, and whom I still love and adore and wish I could visit. Lana, George, Hannah .. the few from our Camarilla days who I still would want to keep up with. But I don't. Why? Simply put, I'm lazy. Other things have taken priority, and I'm not good at getting out of a bad routine.
I have decided I'm going to make more of an effort this year to keep in touch with those friends whom I have lost touch with. I don't want for them to slip unnoticed into the recesses of my memories. I want each and every one of them to know that they are still cherished in my mind. Though some of us no longer have anything in common, I still cherish the memories of times we had together, and I delight in hearing about their lives, knowing their happinesses, fretting over their struggles.