THought for the day....
I know absolutely nothing about my family history. Well, very little anyway. Daddy always tried to tell me things and being the stubborn, hard-headed Tidwell I am.. most of it went in one ear and out the other... at the time, what did i care? WHy would I want to know things about my grandparents who I never met, who died before I was even thought about... why would that ever be important to me? Weeelllll guess what? Now I want to know. I want to know every memory my Daddy had of his childhood, the good, the bad, and the ugly.. Buuuutttt.... he's not here anymore. So I will have to make do with accounts of my Aunts and Uncle. Which will be great but just not the same..
For those of you who don't know.. this blog has and will always have statements about my Daddy.. I could write the whole blog about him and my feelings and the way his death absolutely changed every fiber of my being, but I won't... I don't want ppl to feel sorry for me, that's not the point. The point is, I have things to say, if you want to know, read, and if you don't, good day :)
ANyway.... Back to the subject at hand.... keep a journal.... write down things for your children, memories, thoughts, experiences... anything... one day when you are no longer here to tell them things, they will want to know! Leave some sort of account of your life. Your simple, fabulous, boring, sad, happy, excited, depressed, normal life. Because that's what life is.. it's the combination of all these emotions.. Leave yours for your children because we are never promised another day.. LOVE! PEACE!
I Love this! :))) that white on black makes my eyes twitch tho :P
ReplyDeleteI noticed the change in your blog. You are very multi-talented. This can be a very good way to get out some emotions that are held back deep inside of you. I think what you're writing about is great. It is a great way for people to get to know you even better without having to even look them in the face to tell them. Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading your new stuff.
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