When I first started blogging the reasons for doing so were straight forward and clear. The blog was a place to keep family and friends from near and far updated on Georgia's condition. It was a place for people to ask questions and leave comments. Lately, I have been asking myself why I continue to write. Writing is therapeutic for me but I could just as easily write in a journal. Obviously, there are still a few people following but truthfully I have very little idea who reads this unless you leave a comment or email me. I'm pretty sure that Mike's Nanny Connie still follows. I just want you to know that even if you were the only reader Connie I would still write for you. I know how far away you feel and how you must worry.
The most important reason that I can think of to keep writing is for Calla and Maya. When they are old enough they will find a most significant piece of their childhood to be documented. That's really special to me but there is still something more. Since Georgia's diagnosis and passing I have felt myself being pulled along a path not of my choosing. It feels a little bit like I have been thrown into a river without sides. At times I am able to float lazily along with the sunshine on my face and at others I am left to thrash helplessly in the water just trying to keep myself from drowning. To try to go back would be futile and escaping is hopeless so I continue to be pushed/pulled along. Now, I'm not sure why but this blog has become part of that river. For all of you that continue to follow I have no doubt that you too feel or will feel part of this 'pull'. Destination? Still unknown.
Love to you all,
PS We are off to do some very special tree planting today.
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