In Blogland I have seen this. It bothers me, much.
Women set-up a blog, begin writing about themselves, their unique life and husbands and kids. We, their followers, know their children's names as well as our own, we leave comments, even making new friends of not just the blogger, but fellow commenters (whose blogs we zip over and visit, also.) The original blogger writes for years. She shares tons of photos, stories, personal problems, even, answers comments, does the occasional give-away and even says she appreciates (dare I say loves) us, her readers.
And then it all stops.
Just goes silent.
Becomes another 'house' in the ghost town section of Blogland.
People leave increasingly frantic comments asking, "What's wrong? Where are you?" But questions go unanswered and eventually, not allowed. Comment sections becomes closed.
And now? We have only memories of earlier fun times, though sadly, sullied now by disappointed, even morbid thoughts which creep in. "What happened to her? Was there a family tragedy? Did she become ill? Was there violence? Heavens, has she died?"
She's gone now, as is the anticipation for her posts. For her. That's all we know for certain.
It's just unsettling-ly, over. We have special memories, but now? We've also a wariness crawling into our hearts regarding the present blogs we read. "Will the hurt happen again with this blog?", we wonder.
And to be fair? I've watched this also happen on Facebook, Twitter and via emails I used to receive from friends I met online.
So today my message is simple.
Please--if you decide to take a break from blogging? Leave a post with at least one simple sentence telling us so.
Do we require a long, detailed, difficult-for-you explanation? No. Not even. Just please tell us you need time away. That you'll return if you can, but in the meantime, you wish us well.
And yes, our curious brains will likely spark deductions as to why you're leaving, but you know? That's better than our later guessing whether you're ill, grieving, lonely--or even dead.
And for the rest? Facebook, Twitter, emails--or even Real Life? There, too, please don't just drop out. Okay, if suddenly you're swept into the Witness Protection Program or something similar--yeah.
But for anything else? Please tell us, those you love--good-bye.
Yes, sometimes that requires boldness, but God would call it kindness. Respect. Real love, even. A love which thinks of others more highly than ourselves. A love which would hate to blanket upon others any form of mental uneasiness or fear.
Please, be brave enough to speak your good-byes. Remember, they matter--to all of us.
“Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.”
"So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith." ... Galations 6:10
Ooooo.... I've a feeling my fellow lovers of vintage kitchens will enjoy this one (read about it here). (Thanks again, Judy, for sharing this at Facebook!)
The cool thing? For many folks, this photo, above, would be their Before photo. But for Lauryn and Dennis--it's their After.
"Anything that costs you your peace is too expensive."
--Stephan Labossiere via Twitter