I feel the need to say this for some reason, and so here goes.
As I've stated before, Jonathan's life was complicated in so many ways. But since he is gone now I feel the need to tell his story. And that will come in the form of my writing here. I've kept a journal for all my life but when I discovered blogging, well this is my journal and I share parts of my life that are probably of no interest to anyone much.
Some of my entries may get long and I know we all live fast lives and don't have time always to read a big ole long post (I'm guilty of this myself), so all I want to say is if I get a little long in the tooth as they say down here in the south, I understand if you can't read it all. Writing is how I can best express myself and why I feel the need to do this on the World Wide Web is not known to me. But as bloggers yourself you know it is nice to see someone that you can connect to, someone who feels the way you do or at least understands you.
I've not shared this blog with anyone that I know in my life but my son and Amy and my best friend Steph and another close friend at work. And a special friend who knows he is everything to me who owns a huge piece of my heart. The other people are you dear friends whom I've never met for real but feel a kinship to that is unexplainable, but you all get that.
I guess what I am trying to say is I'm not sure what will come out of me in the next few weeks or months but it helps me, and who knows, it may help someone else who loves someone so special but was unable to help.
So, it won't hurt my feelings if you can't read my ramblings. What I'll write about him is for me more than anything else. So I'm letting you off the hook. And for those of you who do read it, even the long posts, thank you for listening.
2 comments:
Robbin, I sometimes get a day or two behind in reading your blog, but when I arrive, I read every single word, even if I have to scroll through several posts.
I think your stories will be meaningful and moving, even to those of us who did not know Jonathan. We know you, and he is a part of you.
hugs,
Aisling
Thank you Aisling, somehow I knew you always read every word, the good, the bad, and the ugly. You know I love you and thanks for being here for me.
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