Thursday, April 03, 2008


My father died 10 years, 11 months and 17 days ago. I remember it and sometimes feel it as though it were a month or 2 or 3 ago.

In the past few months I have been thinking about writing in a different way. And in the past few weeks I have been thinking more about writing my stories. My mother wrote her autobiography for a college course when I was 13 and she was 50. I just finished re-typing it and having it bound and copied in her honor for her and my siblings.

So, here where I used to talk about my fitness efforts (which I still think about), I am now recalling stories from the distant and recent past. Maybe it's a step towards an autobiography of sorts. Maybe its a series of writing exercises.

Thanks for your thoughts and condolences on what I wrote yesterday. They soothe in the same way they might if this was a more recent loss. Fact is, my father's death is neither recent nor distant. It's constant and permanent. So, thank you.

1 comment:

Mia Goddess said...

Like it happened yesterday. For me, that's my Grandma Dot's death. She died in 1989, but I can begin crying ~ sobbing ~ within 20 seconds of thinking about/talking about that time. Do you know that once, my husband and I were moving a dresser that belonged to her and I opened the top drawer to get a grip on it...the smell of her perfume wafted out and I immediately was wracked with sobs and and couldn't even continue for another 5 minutes. My poor husband! He thought I had dropped the thing on my foot or thrown a disc.

The human spirit, for being so fragile, can withstand so much. And I'm still so, so sorry for you and your family.