Thank You, My Friend
Thank You for reading my blog.
Sometimes people say: "I read your blog..."
and I hold my breathe for a moment and think about the language I use in my blog.
I pray quietly I haven't offended someone's belief system.... that I haven't groaned too much about how much the gym hates me.... or the other way around.
I pause as my mind races over my topics. Have I been too emotional? Have I confessed too much?
But then I want to hug them.
I write because,
Sometimes I don't know how to say it out loud.
Because I want my family to know that my memories of them... with them... are magical. And they may not remember things just as I do...
(And in my memory I am a little bit thinner...)
I write because I want people to know that even though I haven't seen them for many moons,
I think of them.
Often.
And I don't want to bore people out loud with stories about how cute my cats are.
In all seriousness, though,
They're so cute. Like, gaga cute.
I write because it keeps me from forgetting.
As I write about my dad I can hear him laughing. And it's nice...
As I write about days when I feel less-than-significant I wonder....
Does anyone else feel like this today?
I write about friends. My memories of them.
And it is my way of saying to them that, despite distances, time, work schedules and disappointments,
They have made me who I am.
I want to say "Thank You" for reading my blogs.
Thank You for sharing my memories.
Sometimes people say: "I read your blog..."
and I hold my breathe for a moment and think about the language I use in my blog.
I pray quietly I haven't offended someone's belief system.... that I haven't groaned too much about how much the gym hates me.... or the other way around.
I pause as my mind races over my topics. Have I been too emotional? Have I confessed too much?
But then I want to hug them.
I write because,
Sometimes I don't know how to say it out loud.
Because I want my family to know that my memories of them... with them... are magical. And they may not remember things just as I do...
(And in my memory I am a little bit thinner...)
I write because I want people to know that even though I haven't seen them for many moons,
I think of them.
Often.
And I don't want to bore people out loud with stories about how cute my cats are.
In all seriousness, though,
They're so cute. Like, gaga cute.
I write because it keeps me from forgetting.
As I write about my dad I can hear him laughing. And it's nice...
As I write about days when I feel less-than-significant I wonder....
Does anyone else feel like this today?
I write about friends. My memories of them.
And it is my way of saying to them that, despite distances, time, work schedules and disappointments,
They have made me who I am.
I want to say "Thank You" for reading my blogs.
Thank You for sharing my memories.
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