I’ll hear from a few peeps today, for sure. It won’t be many, I know. People suffer from the ‘ well I didn’t really know what to say, and he probably wants space ‘ syndrome – which of course is exactly the opposite of the truth. I won’t actually hear from a couple of people who without my input wouldn’t actually exist, if you get my drift.
In the same way that you’d visit your father’s/ mother’s grave on the anniversary of his/ her death, then today ought be the day to send something to someone like me. You see, your deceased parents can’t actually hear you, or respond, because they are dead, but someone like me, can, because I’m alive.
Thats not that complicated, is it?
This definitely isn’t a plea for messages btw, it’s just an explanation of how it is.
Having worked out that red wine 🍷 is ok for me, I shall be having a few later for sure.