I was chatting with my sister via Yahoo! Messenger. . .
And we were just talking about various things.
Then we were talking about Dad. The 25th anniversary of his death was this past Monday. . . And she asked me if I remembered the night he died.
I responded with a yes. I was thinking about all the things I have shared here about that night.
She asked if I kept a journal.
I was hesitant. Because I don't in the respect that I have a book in which I write my thoughts and feelings.
I told her no.
And then changed it to "But I do have a blog and have shared some things on there."
We talked a little more and then I decided to share a post with her.
This is big for me people. I have kept this space here to myself since I started it.
No one outside of Randall and Kaylee know about this space.
And I shared it with my sister.
Told her that I wanted her to look around.
Read my stories.
I want you to know that you will find some links that will take you to a blank page. That is because I took the post down, a few months ago, as I didn't feel they should be displayed any longer.
Nothing against anyone. No bad words have been spoken. I just didn't want them to be "out there" any longer.
There are stories here that will probably surprise you. Things that I did as a teenager that no one knew about. . .
But I want you to know. These stories are me. My thoughts. My feelings. Me.
I want to list some posts out for you. . . I hope that's OK.
- No Contact
- Unexpected Lessons
- There is Me
- Holding on to Hope
- Shadows from the Past
- Taking a Stand
- Beyond the Cracks
And a couple of funnies:
There is more here. Just take your time and look around. . .
If you want to that is.
Thanks for taking a little time to see me.