As I said last time, I have a story to tell and that's the bottom line for me. It is my story. It is mine to tell. Will it be the truth for everyone who knows me or is related to me? Likely not. I'll try to determine the facts as best as I can from those who may know them, but it doesn't mean that we'll each one agree. Because it's still my story.
Because it is my story, the onus is on me to tell it if I want it to be told. No one else is going to write my story, unless I hire a ghost writer, and currently I'm not inclined to go that direction. So, it's up to me to write it down. Whether it is ever published or not, or shared with family, or perhaps friends, is not important to me right now. Getting it down as a record is -- I want my children and grandchildren to have the benefit of my story as the threads of our family weave together to create our family story at some point in the future.
So, in this post, I have given you the true reason behind my attempts at chronicling the facts of my life. I have so many questions about my father's life. An orphan at age 4, he had few and vague memories of his life. As we his children grew older, questions weren't easily answered by him of his later years. Talking wasn't something he enjoyed. His pursuits were more cerebral in nature, and so I didn't press. Now I wish I had.
If you have a story to tell, I encourage you to consider at least starting a journal to capture your memories, thoughts and facts so that at some point they will be available to younger members of your family. Add photographs as appropriate to your journal. And if the bug bites, start writing!
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Hi Sherrey,
ReplyDeleteIt seems you cheated when you answered this question on my blog, because you've already written a lot about it! This is a great series, but this is my favorite, because I love you owning the fact that you have a story to write and thus must write it. Go for it!
Me -- giggling! Yes, I suppose I cheated. When I wrote this series, it seemed that at every turn someone was asking why would you want to write. I decided to sit down and spill my guts, so to speak. And at the end, it just fell into place when my fingers typed "I have a story to tell and that's the bottom line for me. It is my story. It is mine to tell." Appreciate your comments and encouragement.
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