I was just sitting thinking of all the people in my life. Family, family, family, friends. Sometimes I feel I have not committed enough of myself to my immediate family. Those being my husband, kids, their spouses and children. We don't talk much, we call each other on special occasions, Holidays and such. We mostly text. I find texting to be uncommitted. But it is less likely that I will offend someone while texting as I have the chance to edit comment. But I long for the sound of my children's voices. My grandchildren's voices.

I guess that is how I was brought up. We don't intrude. We don't show up unannounced. We don't presume we are always welcome. We don't meddle in each others business. But we always felt loved and could ask for anything.
This all got me thinking after I hung up after calling my Father last night to wish him his Happy 84th birthday. I wanted to talk to him longer. But I didn't know what to talk to him about. How sad is that? I didn't want to waste any of his time with jibberish.
We were brought up to take care of ourselves no matter how bad it got, how much we needed. You do for yourself. Since Mom passed I have tried to live by that venue. It has been a learning curve of what to do to raise a good strong family.
We have endured many hardships. Our children have not had the luxuries of a monetary life. But they have been loved. They have been fed, they have always had a roof over their heads.
So my point to everyone that reads this is. Dial that number. Be the voice of someones sister, mother, aunt, cousin, niece, Grandmother, someones brother, uncle nephew, Grandfather. Just be a caring voice that takes the time to call and say hello, I miss you and I hope you are doing well.
Love you all,
Connie