Okay- so this is blogging? Not sure if this is going to be for me but I guess I'll give it a try. It reminds me of children when they learn to write their name. They will write it on anything even if it means getting into trouble. I have always thought that it is a way of letting the world know that they exist. Do I exist? Usually I think so, but maybe by writing this blog it will give me tangible proof.
Just this week my mother died. Not really surprising she was 92 and I am almost 60. What strikes me is that I have made my way to the top branch of our family tree. There is no family member left between myself and eternity, perhaps that is why there is this need to see tangible proof of my existence.
