I think I want to write about family which, for my regular readers, might seem odd. But the reality is that I am with my family today, even though I am alone.
I had a very interesting idea for a family project to help strengthen the relationship with family elders. The idea is simple enough; a book wherein all family members, including the extended family, would be invited to write messages for future generations.
I actually learned quantum mechanics in that house. No, I was not a child prodigy, but there was a screen door out of the basement into the side yard that was kept shut with a long and relatively thin spring. I learned about harmonics there
This is the dark place where my mind went, which amounts to a lack of faith. I'm happy that I was wrong in having my concerns, and sorry that I let my mind run away with me.
Have you ever heard a reproduction of your own voice? I like my voice. As I hear myself speak in my own head, I mean, it’s not the most beautiful voice, but it’s very nice. Then I hear it in an audio recording, and it makes me want to wretch.
Every time I look in the mirror, I see my father. Oh, a different haircut, and he had a broken nose which was something of legend as he never did tell us how it happened, but my facial features very much mimic his. Ours was a rocky relationship to be sure, which means that sometimes it’s rather difficult to look into my mirror and see him staring back at me.
I’ve heard from friends that have been close to me and a significant part of my life for a very long time, and from friends that I still adore but have drifted from me for quite a long time.
Our support network, in an ideal world, should begin with my family. Mine just reminded me that my support network does not include them
“Just a short note. Your Dad passed away early this morning. A peaceful ending for him.”
He was so kind, but he was married to Aunt Rose, a racist nightmare of a woman who, as it turns out, was my father’s sister.