Courage!

Thank you for your texts and calls regarding my last post.  My intention was not to be cryptic or mysterious and I apologize, Beverly Adele, for keeping you up and Maggie Mae, for undue worry.  But, writing is a release I highly recommend and when I blog, I'm on the couch and you, my dears, are my therapists. Apparently I need many.

I have not been able to stop thinking about the conversation I had with my aunt on Sunday, who has been a window to the past. We spoke again today and she shed even more light into my parent's relationship.

If this writing exercise has taught me anything, it's to ask questions of your family when you have the chance.  Although, at the age of ten I was clueless, at twenty, I was an ostrich with my head in the sand, and at twenty nine, when my father passed away, I wasn't brave enough for the truth of it all.