Letter to Someone From Whom I Drifted

I tried several times to write this letter, but honestly, I can’t. There have been a lot of people that have drifted from me, and in return, I have drifted away from a lot of people. It’s normal and it happens. A few times I have tried to touch base again with people I haven’t seen in years, only to find that there is not much in common between us, or that what we did have in common was shunned in favor of moving on. A few times I have been rebuffed in my attempts to capture back a friendship. In those cases, I am happy to have drifted. In few cases, not so much.

It may be selfish and rude, but drifting away has helped me to grow in different ways. It’s not always a bad thing, I guess 🙂

A Letter Asking Forgiveness

A few months ago, a blog I used to frequent had a dust-up over the banning of a frequent commenter. Stuff like that happens, of course, but what really set some people off, myself included, was the banning of one individual by another, without benefit of a vote or even a consensus, in a blog that had established no rules for conduct. Consequently some things were said by certain parties. I may not have said them first, but I agreed, and chose a side. This letter is to those who, like myself, were caught in the crossfire.

Dear people,

I’m sorry for any conflict I may have caused, either directly or indirectly. I’m sorry you felt the need to tip-toe around the conflict. I am not one who deliberately sets out to poke with a cattle prod, but I couldn’t in good conscience keep quiet about my opinions. If I feel something was handled in the wrong way, I will say it. If I feel some are acting childishly and circling wagons, I will say that, too. But if you felt that I passed judgment on you for whatever reason, then I am truly sorry, for that was never my intent. Being ignored and defriended has taught me who has thin skin, and who can take the blows.

It has also taught me the value of true friends.

Sincerely,

Me

Letter to Someone I Don’t Talk to as Much as I Would Like

Cripes, that’s a long title for a post about not talking to someone. There are several people that fit the bill, but no one comes close to Hubby, since he has been deployed. So, here’s my letter to him.

Dearest,

I love routines. I love how we would call each other near lunchtime and talk before you went to go eat. I love how you would come home and tell me about your day. I love that even when you start with, “You should have seen the guy we had to autopsy today.” It makes life very interesting. I love how we talk as we fall asleep. And I love how we talk about our day while I sip my coffee and you sip your tea in the morning.

Different plans, same goal!

I miss all of that. I’m grateful technology has advanced so far as to make it easier to talk to you every day even halfway around the world. But it’s not the same. And I hope this time away passes quickly, and uneventfully, because I miss making you tea in the morning.

Love,

Me

100th Comment!!

And the honor goes to….

ARMEDGEEK!!!

That’s certainly a good looking stranger. I wouldn’t mind getting inside that stranger’s .. uh, label.

He’s talking about liquor. Thank goodness 😉

Where’s My Aqua Net??

You would think hairspray is a staple in her dressing area.