I remember being told about a “journal” my family kept for my benefit, chronicling events occurring in the initial month following my accident. And as time “crept” by I, of course forgot all about it. But upon grilling collective members of my kin for details concerning specific events, my sister politely reminded me of it’s existence. Curious as I am, I figured it was time to see it.
Neatly written within the opening paragraph, my mother wrote, “I wanted to let you know what was happening while you were sleeping.” There I sat, by myself at the kitchen table looking through an important piece of personal history. Hardly in a position, then or now (quite fitting actually) to return the warmth I was able to peruse all these many years later. Continue reading Appreciating Effort