Why?

           Memory is the Diary that we all carry around with us.
                                                                                         Oscar Wilde             


                              

   Why?

   I have spent an inordinate amount of my life in pursuit of that very question.  I am well on my way to my 57th year on this earth, and my Father once offered that my first words were "Why Daddy?"  Guess nothing has changed..............

     I started this blogging exercise as a response to the realization that I was garnering great insight into the beautiful woman that is my Daughter through her blogging.  She enjoyed sharing her thoughts, I enjoyed the insights, and so long as I did not embarrass her by making drippy Daddy comments (I guess there are some things you just never outgrow), we reached a happy medium.  As my own Father got sick, I discovered that my offering thoughts gave him access to my own thoughts.  It just helped intensify an already profound and deep relationship.  Maybe blogging can be a multigenerational tool to more profound soul connections? 

     So, today I became aware of a thought that this might provide some further and deeper tool....  one for me personally to eventually rely on.  Ever read or hear of the book/movie "The Notebook"?  It is a very moving story of a man sharing with his memory challenged elderly life partner the events that defined their life together (of which she no longer has access.... her "diary" is being erased by age and it's ravages).  He reads to her daily, and relates what has been her life.... and most of the time she does not make the connection.  Only occasionally does a moment strike a chord that it is her life she is hearing of..... but those moments are holy and blessed.

     I have two grandmothers that suffered from adult onset dementia.  My Mother is in an assisted living facility today with rapidly diminishing mental capacity.  Just today the realization came that maybe the real person I do this for might be the future me.  This might be my only way to reconnect with who I was................. or who it was that became me. 

    Amazing what a simple altering of perspective offers.