On the One I’m Missing

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App that would enable us to talk and catch up. To tell him all that has happened to me and for him to fill me in on what he’s been doing for the last 53 years.</p><p id="f364">My Dad died in 1966 and I still yearn for him to sit next to me, smile and ask me how I am doing?</p><p id="5d51">In times like this I don’t want to be the one to always answer my own questions. I don’t want to be the one who always has to decide. I’d like to feel his hand on my shoulder as he leans in and tells me exactly what I should do next. And then, just for once, just for a moment or two, I can take a deep breath and let it out without worrying about my next move. About all the decisions I have yet to make. And just enjoy the moment for what it is and for as long as it lasts.</p><p id="8dde">I wish I had that App, and the skill to use it. And that he had it too. And that we could chat and laugh and think of all the things we have done that were fun. The people we met and fell in love with. The new lives we started since we last spoke. That I missed him and hear that he missed me.</p><h2 id="750e">Thank you, and peruse below for something else that might interest you. 😊</h2><div id="1078" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/tales-from-the-underground-7f40d4390c2f"> <div> <div> <h2>Tales from the Underground</h2> <div><h3>…. in this case a BART station in San Francisco</h3></div>

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Sherry McGuinn tagged me on her article, The One I Am Missing, and I am responding with an article of my own.

We are distant, socially or otherwise, but are still connected. Still able to phone or chat, FaceTime or Skype our way through the day, talking to those we miss. Not touching or holding but still able to see or hear.

In trying times, when doubts settle in to our households, like old friends come to visit, we worry and cast about for answers to questions we’re still trying to figure out. We know something is wrong, that some part of us is drifting, tethered but still far away and it leaves us wondering what’s wrong. How to we fix a problem we cannot name or even see?

I feel isolated and alone at times, but I’m not. I feel it, but it’s not physically true. During these days of Isolation, I have found my thoughts drifting to the past. To someone I have not spoken with for such a long time. I miss him and think about him often and during these times, when hours are fairly abundant, I wish I had the App that would enable us to talk and catch up. To tell him all that has happened to me and for him to fill me in on what he’s been doing for the last 53 years.

My Dad died in 1966 and I still yearn for him to sit next to me, smile and ask me how I am doing?

In times like this I don’t want to be the one to always answer my own questions. I don’t want to be the one who always has to decide. I’d like to feel his hand on my shoulder as he leans in and tells me exactly what I should do next. And then, just for once, just for a moment or two, I can take a deep breath and let it out without worrying about my next move. About all the decisions I have yet to make. And just enjoy the moment for what it is and for as long as it lasts.

I wish I had that App, and the skill to use it. And that he had it too. And that we could chat and laugh and think of all the things we have done that were fun. The people we met and fell in love with. The new lives we started since we last spoke. That I missed him and hear that he missed me.