We’ve all been there. We’ve all done it. We are all too busy, forgetful, we are procrastinators. You know, you bump into that old friend at the market or a family member at the next wedding or funeral, and you say, “Let’s get together sometime.” While the intentions are genuine, that “sometime” is still lurking around somewhere, and you never get together. Fast forward one year later, and you bump into each other, Scolding yourself in your mind, “Crap, we never got together. You are such a horrible person,” Then REPEAT.
When you’re younger, you are wild and free, big dreams and hopes loom over your head. Everyone has a vision. Mine was to be married, to have a career, 2 plus children, and the white picket fence scenario. I was going to be close to my high school friends and we were going to get married together, our children would grow up to be best friends, we would go on couple double dates and family vacations. In the 14 years I’ve been married, I can probably count on 2 hands how many times any of those things happened.
Even with family, I only see them at weddings, birthday parties, and funerals. We try to catch up on a lifetime of moments in a matter of 2 hours. We let emotions overtake us because we truly miss them, we want to learn more, we want that connection, so the infamous words roll out, “Let’s get together sometime.”
I hate it. I feel like such a dissapointment when I see that friend again and we never got together. What does it take to pick up the phone? What does it take to just pencil someone in?
I went to 3 wakes this week. I regretted not seeing that person one last time. Granted, they were older, natural causes took its toll. But I knew it was inevitable, I knew I’d probably never see them again according to the state of condition they were in. They were good people. They were good to my family. They were good to my children. They deserved a visit. They deserved at least a card to know I was thinking about them. Life is so precious, we need to get together. You never know what the next day will bring. The last thing I would want is for someone to leave my funeral and say, “She looked good.” I want them to say, “I am so glad I was able to see her one last time, or talk to her before she passed.”
I hope you all can pick up the phone, and call that person you bumped into at the market, or that family member you shared a drink with at the last wedding. Don’t wait until it’s too late. The last thing anyone wants is to leave the party only to hear, “They looked good.”
We are all busy, we will always be busy, but it’s not an excuse to keep us disconnected with the ones we love. It’s a little white lie we tell ourselves to excuse our behavior.
Pick up the phone, call your person, what do you have to lose?