Missing You

It's difficult to miss someone.

Usually, I can think of a person, and I recall some happy memories. Missing someone is different. Missing someone is a pain that ibuprofen doesn't touch.

You can miss all kinds of people for all different reasons. You can miss someone who has passed away, you can miss someone who has moved away, for us people with progressive diseases you can miss how you used to be, you can even miss the good ol' days.

Missing someone is hard, too, because there's usually nothing you can do about it. You can't phone someone who has passed away (if you can, please send me a private message). You can phone someone who has moved away, but you can't hug them through the phone. Missing how you used to be is an exercise in futility, same with missing the good ol' days.

Missing someone is thinking about that person so much that it hurts.

You know what I find weird? You're missing someone, and you finally get to see that person. Yay! Happiness!! Then, that person has to leave to resume daily living, and you miss that person more. It's almost worse than not seeing that person at all.

I think it's easy to get so caught up in daily life that we don't have enough time to reflect and remember. Maybe if we had more time to just be, we wouldn't feel so pressured to make each moment perfect.

That isn't practical. Life goes on, schedules change, and people move. And I miss them.

I sometimes tell people how important they are to me, that I appreciate having them in my life. I probably should do it more often, but I'm not perfect, and I'm so happy to be with that person that I just don't think of saying it. Sometimes I'll assume they know, too. But you know what they say what happens when you assume... I am fortunate to know many, many amazing people, and each one is unique. For each one, I am grateful and I appreciate you.