It seems

It seems that time is traveling faster than I want. That looking back at the last 53 years of me walking on the face of the earth I have been in a haze. We talked about that in NYC. How I seem to remember broad strokes...or maybe moments...but names and dates sometimes escapes me. And that is why - I think - Allison wants to do this blog/journal.
You guys will always remember things differently than I do - through your eyes and your experiences. Why when you say something in your memory be it a good one or a bad one I might look at you with a blank stare. I didn't see your memory through your eyes.
So I will start this off by apologizing for whatever I did to screw you up. I never intended to make you unhappy and never intended to mess your life up. But sometimes I did. And sometimes I did not know that it hurt you. Ok, sometimes I did know...but had to get on with life.
But this blog will not be about vetting our sorrows towrds each other. I think what Allison wants is a rambling talk about memories. Maybe nuggets that will make us laugh or even cry. All good.
The one thing I do know...is that we have always been able to talk to each other. I am not going anywhere and will think of something to talk about in following blogs.
I would ask for suggestions, though. Things you would like me to share with you...g'ma/g'pa...familiy? growing up? what I wanted to be/do/become?
always with love...mom