Why I still blog

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When someone dies, a whole load of history goes along with them.  We no longer have a way to get that information.  I do feel this because I have questions, about some things, and no one with the answers.

I was trying to do a family tree for my granddaughter, and I couldn't fill in all the blanks. The people who would know the details couldn't remember or have already died. 

So, I blog because I reckon that someday, my child or my grandchild (or even my great grandchild!) may be curious like me.  Maybe I will have answered some questions they didn't even think about.  Or maybe I just want to leave these posts for fun!  Either way, it will serve some purpose after I am dead. 

In any case, this is just the secondary reason.  The primary reason is that I like to put my thoughts down in words.  This alone makes it worth my while!

This space, if it still exists in the future, will be a great place to take a trip down memory lane.  I share a lot about my feelings, special events, cherished loved ones, and even inconsequential stuff.  I don't know if I will always be articulate or lucid.  Hence, long after I am gone, they will be able to browse through the labels and look for something they are curious about!  Perhaps it will give an insight into who I am (or was). 

Douglas

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Time does heal all wounds.  At least for me, it's true.  

There were many dark times after you died but now, I can hardly remember those details.  I don't even want to try to search my mind for it.

Somehow the good times and the happy moments are still vivid and although we never got the chance to see where life would take us, I feel certain that you would approve of Stephen and how he has taken care of me.

However, 40 years is memorable even if it remains in the "what was" years. This post is to honour that union which led me to everything that I am today.  

In the end

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The last fortnight of 2023 saw a flurry of deaths; family and friends of ours.  These losses affected us more than we cared to admit.  Stephen counted seven from the 19th to the 31st of December.

Maybe it was the year-end festivities that seemed to make it weigh less.  The cheerful songs and merry making seen around somehow inadvertently alleviated the horror of losing a loved one or someone cherished.  So, we went through the motions to honour the memories of those whom we loved.  And also, to let the young ones enjoy the Christmas season completely.

The finality of hearing he's gone, or she's gone doesn't ever get stale.  It is always fresh and hits the gut instantly. 

But now in the cooler and quieter January (it's been gloomy and cold in Singapore), grief seems to hover overhead like a hangover.  One month has passed and still the knowledge that they are truly gone hasn't fully seeped in. 

In the end, we'll all become stories.  Will ours be a good one?

Endings and beginnings

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We finished the last month of 2023 with many endings.  Some stories ended unexpectedly, and for some others it was expected. 

We started the first month of 2024 with a new beginning.  Sort of a new beginning as we were able to witness our grandchild start pre-school on 2 January.  

This is the circle of life.  

Hello Twenty Twenty Four!

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It's a new year with new beginnings galore!  Life is what we make it to be and so let's start this chapter with good thoughts and positive vibrations!

I hope that I will write more in my blog because it automatically becomes a timeline of what's in my mind during the year.  I've said it before that when I sometimes scroll through my old posts, I feel like I'm reading it for the first time.  I guess I am one of those who writes and then I let it go because I know that I can always return to read it again (someday!).  

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