November 6, 2011

I think about you

One of the many little things I do for one of my jobs is read the obituaries.

Death notices. It could be depressing, but it's not really. I do get sad when I read about people who die at a young age. I don't know how to reason with that.

I think about death a lot, but that's another story for another time. [Just FYI: I don't think about death in a depressing way, but just thinking about our perspective of death. It's interesting.]

Back to the obits: I read them.
And I think about you.

The names remind me of everyone. First names. Last names. Middle names.

I'm fascinated by the flood of memories that comes to me just by reading names. People from church. People from elementary school. High school. Friends of friends. People I crossed paths with for a day, a week, a month...years. People I haven't seen in decades.

Do you think about me? Do you remember me?

Sometimes I want to send a message, "Hi, I'm thinking about you." Is that creepy?


  1. I don't think it's that creepy. I bought your birthday present today btw. I'm fairly excited about it! Love you!

  2. And that comment was made from Michael's google account by me...Maggie. Michael did not buy you a birthday present sorry :(

  3. Not creepy at all. In fact if you send the message it might just make that person's day. It could be the warm fuzzy that makes a person's day. :)

  4. Of course it's not creepy, Amy! It's how we try to maintain a connection with people when geography doesn't make it easy. I think about you lots especially when I'm eating something sweet that was homemade and really good: I think, 'gees, Amy would love this' or 'Amy would definitely make this and probably blog about it later.'

    Email, gchat, skype--do something! But don't ever think that reaching out to people you're thinking of is creepy--unless they're strangers then that's a whole other ball game. ;) Take care! -Vivi