I was thinking today of how I wish I had been able to start a blog on my Mom. Oh she would have been so much fun to write about. She would have wanted to read it. Dad could take it or leave it when it came to seeing what I wrote. If it was a funny story about him, he would have said he lived it.....he didn't need to read about it. IF it had been my Mom, she would have wanted to read it just to make sure I wasn't making too much fun of the situation OR wanted to make sure I got it right. I did write some of the stories Mom told me down in Word format years ago. Somewhere on my usb drives they hide. Maybe I should revive them and start a blog on my Mom. Now SHE could be a character. Oh she had so many stories.
I had lunch with a friend yesterday. We started talking about our Moms. She knew some of my Mom's stories but I started to tell her a sad story about my Mom that very few people know about. I started to cry. Then my friend started to cry. She understood that I was sad for my Mom and that she really didn't have the happy life she could have had. Dad and Mom both worked way too hard and partied way too little. My Dad would say he didn't need to party. Mom would say Dad wouldn't take her to THE party! Funny stuff from them too.
Sad times too....maybe I should start in my next post about the stories of when they met....the very early years. The stories that I know...which may be different than other stories others know. I would like to think I did pay attention to my Mom and Dad when they did tell family stories and the experiences they had. We shall see if I can recall while I begin the next chapter.
