It's been a while since someone asked me, "How are you doing?" I don't mean the rhetorical "How are you doing"? No, not the one that has become more of a greeting which most people respond to by saying, "Fine and you?"
Oh, sure there is always that person who takes the question at face value and proceeds to explain at length and in detail how they are doing. But most of us understand what response is expected.
For a short time after my son passed away, I was asked the question quite often. At that time, I think most who asked me how I was doing were ready with an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on and a hug.
It's been over 4 years since Joe passed away and I rarely get asked, "How are you doing, really doing?"
It seems that acknowledgment of my grief has been relegated to his birthday, the anniversary of his death and holidays, especially mother's day.
I guess most folks assume I am "Fine thank you," especially when they see my cheery Facebook posts or watch me smiling and joking on our "Sundays with Lynda & Ross podcasts.
And to tell you the truth if someone were to ask me, "How are you doing, really doing?" I don't think I would be able to truthfully answer because, you see, it's been awhile since I've had the courage to ask myself that question.