Memories

I’ve been rereading my own story to see if I enjoy it, and again, it’s not bad. However, what has really caught my attention are the little personal glimpses I provided over the years. I’m currently reading the entries of early 2003, and have therefore just finished reading the end of 2002 when my granddaughter was born, and R and I first became friends. I have come home from staying overnight in my old home where my children, their spouses and their children are living, and have spoken to #2 Daughter today. She’s still my gypsy girl, gallivanting around, and although I have concerns about some of the choices she is making for her life, I continue to hope that she’ll survive and grow and become all that she can become.

In those old entries, there are links to pictures which seem to have vanished from my website over the years, and I’m not sure if they’re in my old computer or gone for good. I’ll have to go looking. I suspect they’ve been lost in some of the switching of host sites. So it goes. However, one which had not vanished was #2 Daughter at the age of 10 and a half, sitting in a rocking chair in the hospital holding her brand-new niece. That picture can now be found here. Compare that with this, which is her seven years later holding her new nephew.

And now, that baby in the first picture is coming up on her ninth birthday, and the other wee fella is 2 and a half, and very, very funny.

I’ve also been reading the notes left on the old entries, and some dear friends are still here, although not as frequently as we used to be. Uncle Gnome, of course, is gone forever, but yet he lingers here in my notes and his presence warms my heart. I wish I had downloaded his Otho stories and his other stories before his diary vanished. I used to have them in my OD email, but they were all lost in a server change many years ago, to my great sorrow. Others have vanished, and I did not have real names and emails for them: odd little froglette, for instance, and Tall Blue Sis, whose real name I have somewhere, but have lost touch with. Others’ diaries are still here but haven’t had entries in over a year (not unlike my own self).

It’s brought on an odd mood. Not bad, just odd.

And R and I are still best friends. In fact, R came to see me today at my old house and brought me a Christmas card which I could open right away, and a birthday card which I have to wait until the 25th to open. And the big L word goes easily between us, which R doesn’t throw around. I’m glad we’re still friends and that we love each other as dearly as we do, and that R still fits into family laughter and teasing as easily as ever. My granddaughter and grandson see R daily, since R does reading tutoring at their school, not that either of them needs any help, but they do see R there.

Off to read some more, think some more and examine what exactly I want out of life.