Occasional Sputterings

Towards the end of keeping myself accountable to this task, I've decided to track/post to whom I intend to send letters here.  It is tempting to analyze my selections, their order, and other similar details.  But I won't. I realize I have a temptation - it would be fascinating to place all these letters in a book, as well as their responses,  There are so many memories and moments that are lost - this is especially true with the life and experiences of those who are not part of the twitter generation, who didn't grow up with a camera, and perhaps would never touch a computer. I do note that I don't have the address for most of these people. Below is my current list; I may rearrange, group a few together, and the like.  I will update as inspiration strikes (and try to keep each version, in case that is of interest). Who: 01. Mother #1 03. Father #1 02. Mother #2 04. Father #2 05. Maternal #1 Mother 06. Maternal #1 Father 07. Paterna...

"Time makes fools of us all" (stolen with admiration from someone wittier than i) I recently learned that a family member has been struggling with cancer, has gone through all the treatments they have available, and is at a point wherein they are what appears to be a holding pattern awaiting death.  It's been a slow-burn of an impact for me - I was notified in parts a few times in the past week (as the information was disseminated over several days) and one of the biggest impacts is ironically something I used to actually value - distance away from family. One of the things I was always nudged to do growing up was to "visit".  We'd have company or family over and a parent would tell me to go "visit".  I begrudged every moment - it took me away from clearly more important things like video games, books, sleeping, or whatever odd alternative preference I had at the time.  At the time, I did not see the value in all these earnest, open people...