No one noticed I was gone.

2 years I was missing.

Let me reiterate that for you; I was missing for 2 entire years, and no one even noticed I wasn't there.

I was flying a solo mission, it was meant to test if the rumors about the Bermuda Triangle are actually true. Spoiler alert, they are, because my plane crashed. And the rescue mission took two years to find me.

You might say, oh, you just don't have anyone to miss you. Maybe you're an orphan, and you're single without any children. However, you would be wrong on all 3 fronts, because I am the happy wife of a beautiful woman, we have two children, and we visit their grandparents very regularly.

Not a single one of them seems to even know that I was missing.

Actually, funny story, the rescue mission that saved me? It wasn't even meant for me. They were trying to find a different pilot that also went missing in the Bermuda Triangle, I just happened to be there when they landed on the island that I'd been stranded on. They landed, they saw me, and they basically just said "get on the plane" before searching for the guy they were actually trying to find.

The first day I returned to my home, my wife greeted me at the door, and she didn't even really look happy. She looked at my hands and said to me, "Oh, you didn't bring anything? Usually you bring us something back from your flights," and then walked into the house, leaving me standing on the porch, feeling quite unwelcome in my own home.

Then I saw my daughters. They're old enough to speak, but young enough where they should be excited that their mother returned home after being gone for 2 years. I could even see how much they had aged while I was gone; my oldest daughter was about to turn 5 when I left, and she had just turned 7 when I saw her again. But when they saw me after I walked into the door, they were almost entirely unaffected. There was the typical excitement I usually got after getting home from a week-long flight, but it didn't feel as grand as you would think when you return home after 2 whole years.

I then saw my parents the next day. The only comment they had was that they thought it was odd that we visited on a Sunday instead of a Saturday.

How insignificant does a person have to be in your life that no one even seems to notice that you were gone?

And really... now that I think about it?

Do they even know how long I was gone?