Yesterday, I did commit to writing every day, so let’s find out what’s on my mind today.
Today, my grandfather would have been 76. He did when I was 8. 25 years ago. If there’s one event that changed (or shaped, if you believe that sort of thing) the course of my life, it was that night. I wrote about it recently, before I switched from paper journaling to electronic. It was so powerful that I literally walked away from the work more than a few times. I never finished, but I must have gotten what I needed from the experience.
Anyway, I used to go to the cemetery every year on his birthday, but I don’t see a need to do that anymore. I’m not sure why, but it doesn’t feel like the right thing to do.