Go-Go's

Last night, as tears dripped off my checks onto my pillow, thoughts buzzed through my head. The world we live in is in constant, non-stop activity. Tragedies happen, life goes on. The world has changed so much in a short period of time. Various improvements that make our life better. Really? We are so busy, I use that term lightly, that we no longer have the time for the important pieces of our life – our families and friends. We have become disconnected yet social-network connected. It’s wrong. We communicate by texting, posting on Facebook, Twittering and by whatever other social media avenues there are out there. Children text and have a phone glued to their hand or head all the time (not in our home though). They text but use abbreviations which ultimately affect their written communication skills. Teachers are pulling their hair out because our young people cannot express themselves in writing. They can't spell.  They don't understand punctuation, tense and other grammar rules.  People don’t know how to hang out together and talk, really talk. People – kids and adults. Do you really need to talk on the phone all the time? Working at a university, the students even talk while using the bathroom. No respect or privacy, for themselves and the other person. (This triggers me to flush the toilet repeatedly). People sit in the same room; play with their phone and then text a person sitting across the very same room – that is their idea of communication. Sad, so very sad. Businesses are open seven days a week too. Banks might as well be since transactions occur seven days a week. What happened to Sundays being a holy day? A day of rest? A day of church and visiting family members. We are all so disconnected. This is advancement and improvement?

And so I cried. I grievied.  I was lost in thought.  I was a mess that should have been snoring.

Time. Making the time to do important things. Visit people. Talk. Listen. This year, I will make the time because once again, my procrastination hurts. Another heart-deep hurt. Yesterday, I attended services for my best friends’ father. Sonny was a great man that knew me all my life. My parents spent time with her parents. His daughter and I grew up together – best friends. I have so many precious memories of her and her family. We were inseparable at times. And even though Sonny frightened me – he would pick on me like my father but he had a gruffness about him, so I tried to keep my distance or at least find comfort in the fact that her mom was near. Funny, as I grew up, I realized my fright was due to my age. I love him and will certainly miss him. I find comfort that he is free from pain and discomfort. And smile thinking he has been reunited with his wife, family and even my father.

I can make an effort to start visiting family and friends. I cannot; however, change the advances that the world makes in leaps and bounds. I can stay grounded – maintain our quiet home life, void of Xbox, Wii and other entertainment. We like to play games, be outside, read, craft, build, cook and bake. We don’t need all the entertainment most homes have. It will invade us before I am ready so I’ll enjoy my family and cherish our lively, daily interaction with each other.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my silent laughter at all the Go-Go’s. So far, I feel I’m one up on them.