Day Three of 201 challenge – write about why you first starting blogging.
I paraphrase but that’s the idea. I started blogging to write – but also to write about the experience of losing both my parents, in a relatively short period of time and becoming an orphan. Heavy. And it was. There were points when I could not think clearly, could not get out of bed, could not stop crying. There were times when I wasn’t sure if I ever would be, and I use the word loosely, ‘normal’ again.
But that’s the amazing part of life. Things change, all the time, and one day I got out of bed, and one day I laughed, and one day I felt hungry. So life went on, as it tends to do, with or without my participation. The time came when I wanted back in the game. Honestly, that’s all I have right now – but I will save this as a draft – and come back to it, deciding if I choose to delete or expound.
I’m choosing to publish this – today.
Wendy Karasin - Musings of a Boomer 
I am so glad you hit publish on this. Can you refer me to some specific posts that you wrote that ended up being cathartic. I have a very difficult time passing thru the stages of grief. I seem to get stuck. At stage one. I am so very sorry for your double loss and yes there is something incredibly heavy at losing both parents. I cannot imagine it being in a short time span. Thank you for posting the true reason for your blogging. I think most people don’t really know deep down, what actually triggers the blogging instinct. There must be a defining moment. There has to be!
Yes, I’d have to check through them, A Tough And Beautiful Day To Be Alive is one, there are many. I’d suggest going through some of the titles and if it calls to you, check it out. Sometimes our sub/unconscious makes the best choices for us. Grief is difficult, Stephanie. One thing I can share is that there is no right amount of time or proper way to grieve. Don’t let anyone tell you what’s best for you. We all must wind our way through the process. And it isn’t easy. But through the pain, eventually there are cracks of daylight. I’m not sure it ever fully dissipates, there are days I’m gloomy, melancholy, missing them terribly. And then there are those I’m thrilled to be alive. Sickness and health, death and life, don’t seem to go in any particular order. Wishing you peace…
Always so honest! Sharing this might have been a difficult decision to make….but you’ll never know how many lives you’ll touch.
Celia – it is a pleasure to be supported and encouraged for my honesty. Thank you for taking the time to comment and remind me of the lives I may be affecting