When this blog started, way back in 2003 I had two goals:
1- Tell stories
2- Make sure my father never finds it
Looking back, I succeeded at the first and failed at the second but that turned out much better than I could have expected. In 2006 my dad found this blog and read every single entry, even the ones where he doesn’t come off looking so great. Then a funny thing happened, it brought us closer than we had ever been. My dad didn’t mind I was talking about him; he understood that I was telling the story of our time together and he also understood, maybe for the first time, that I wasn’t mad about anything. With everything out in the open we both came to the same conclusion: While we both made mistakes we never tried to hurt one another (unless we had a VERY good reason) so there’s no sense dwelling on the past.
In time my father became an active participant here: filling in background info in the comments and adding story elements I was previously unaware of. When he wasn’t commenting he was reading and for three years I shared my life here knowing that the person who was half responsible for it was watching. As you probably know my father passed away last October; for a few weeks afterward I kept busy by telling stories about my father but over time the stories have become infrequent. This is partly due to the fact that I work a more than I used to but it’s mostly because telling stories here feels like less fun than it did when my father was reading them. I expect this will pass someday but until it does you can find me in the following places:
See you back here when the time is right.