I’ve spent an hour or so writing and remembering the day that dad passed. It might go up here at some time… it might not. In an email to a friend, I told him I don’t know why it’s so important that I remember. I know a lot of it has to do with wanting to remember the funeral and the last time I saw dad’s body, and in the effort to remember that, remembering the family and friends that were around, and the individual days is part of telling the story. Each day as I think about the things I want to remember, it seems that things are getting foggy. I don’t want the fog… I want the memories. Unfortunately remembering is really eating at my heart….it’s not difficult, just saddening.
Trying to remember.
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Personally, I think writing out the memories will be good in the long run so you can read them later when you don’t remember things as clearly anymore.