Funeral for Love Letters.

You always hear the words, "man of few words." Now in this politically correct times, it should be "person of few words."

What does it mean? S/He is a man/woman of few words, but s/he usually makes a lot of sense. That's the meaning.

Couple of weeks ago, I was watching a newscast while my back was turned away from the television set, and I heard President Obama speaking. I thought it was one of those old clips from his campaign last year. He sounded like he was delivering a major speech...to a graduating class.

A graduating class? Yes. Obama saw the importance of motivating these young folks so he delivered a long one, full of words.

But unlike Obama, more and more people are keeping their words to themselves. Sometimes, even those people who live by their words - the writers.

Really in today's wired world, words are hard to come by. Take texting, email and instant chat, three commonly used forms of communication. People no longer use complete sentences; acronyms have been invented. Oftentimes, when I read text messages sent to me, I have a hard time deciphering because of the numerous short cuts used.

By their very name, instant messaging, texting and email denote speed and succinctness; so expect the loss of words in their bodies.

I suspect that love letters have also taken a beating. Or simply, people don't write them anymore. And when lovers do write, there's the romantic tongue tied-ness - a literal loss (for) of words.

Why so? I think the scramble for saving time (the impetus for lightning-speed communication technology) has crawled into the very fibers of our beings, that it is no longer in the consciousness to speak out or write about feelings for one's beloved. A few key strokes here and there, a smiley icon, or a good line , press send, and presto, an instant love note.

I cry for those days when it was easier to understand, though long, those letters - love letters or otherwise.

Funeral for love letters. Tsk tsk. Sad.