After writing my nine day post on my first marriage, I have had a lot of feedback. The majority of the feedback has been very positive. I’m glad that I took the time to tell this story. I was hoping for a feeling of release. But the feelings of sadness and failure are still there. They were rubbed raw over the last several days. But at least this part of my story is out there and I learned a few things as well.
I think we all have stories to tell. Sometimes when I’m with a group a people I’ll look around at them and wonder what each of their stories might be. Even in the grocery store I’ll come across someone and wonder what their story might tell.
Everyone started out as someone’s child. Sometimes I’ll see someone and wish that I could just sit down with them and listen about where they’ve been and what they’ve seen. Sometimes I’ll look at a child and wonder what their story will be.
Not everyone likes to share their stories in such a public way as a blog. But I would encourage you to write down your stories. Your children, grandchildren, all of those who come after you will look at pictures of you and wonder what your story is. I know that I do that with pictures that I have.I have old pictures that so far I have not been able to identify. But I can’t get rid of them, even though I have no idea who they are or what their connection to me is. All I know about these pictures is that they were important enough for a grandmother, a great grandmother, a great uncle to hold on to.
I would encourage you to identify who people are in pictures on the back. I would encourage you to write you story for the day when you are no longer around to answer questions. Years from now someone will hold your picture in their hand and wonder what your story was.