I’m going to take a break from the novel I’ve been working on.
After a vacation with family that involved meeting 2 new biological aunts, I’ve decided to work on a memoir of the stories surrounding myself and my siblings.
I am thinking I will begin with my brother Michael’s death. Not a cheery story but much of what happened to us is not. There are some good things though.
One good thing, is that we all, with the exception of Michael, seem to have survived, gotten stronger, and made decent lives for ourselves.
No doubt the visit has renewed old memories. I had always thought of writing about this but just never did. Now is the time, I think.
It is the story only I can write with the help of my siblings and other biological relatives. I will do my best to be worthy of the telling.
Names may be changed or altered as needed but my name will not.
I am looking forward to this new endeavor. I will from time to time continue rewrites on my novel.
For now though, my heart is with my family and the need I feel to tell our story.
The picture is a reminder to all survivors of difficult childhoods.