Sometimes I think too much, and I’ve been thinking today. Yeah, I know. My brain hurts, but I’ve taken a couple of paracetamol.
Someone once said to me that they only keep in touch with people who keep in touch with them.
That’s fair enough, but the question is perhaps, how often should we keep in touch, and also who should be doing the touching and who the keeping?
I’ve mentioned before that I have little contact with two of my siblings, so it was a surprise to receive a phone call the other day from Other Brother. I even got to talk to OB’s missus, and was saved by the bell of making small talk when their doorbell rang announcing an expected visitor. The call was thus cut short, but it was nice to have a call in the first place.
Now that Mum is no longer with us, I don’t write many letters, and those I do write are to friends we made on the boat who respond with all their news and what’s going on around them. I write because two particular couples don’t have computers, and a third, in his late 80s as they are, is ‘old school’.
So I was thinking maybe I am as much to blame for lack of contact as they are because, well, I don’t write, email, text or phone on a regular basis, though I don’t forget birthdays or anniversaries and add a few lines in with my greeting. For years, I have had no response from nephews or nieces, so it was especially nice to hear from my niece before Christmas and to receive a parcel containing little packages and a school photo of my great niece.
Hm. The last thing I want is to start something that is going to be one sided, but it won’t hurt to keep with the programme of birthday cards etc with maybe a longer note inside.
Who knows, maybe snail mail will make a comeback.