Comments on: Journal http://www.kangatopia.com/2005/08/25/journal/ Spontaneous and Unedited Thu, 20 Nov 2008 12:55:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: Judy http://www.kangatopia.com/2005/08/25/journal/#comment-94 Judy Thu, 25 Aug 2005 18:06:53 +0000 http://www.kangatopia.com/?p=677#comment-94 My mother was an extremely private woman and destroyed her journals shortly before her death. None the less my sister and I found bits and pieces of things from her life after her death. We found photos of her and some of her co-workers at a Rolling Stones concert that she had never told us (or her husband) that she had gone to. We found notes and news paper clippings in the pages of books that were just tiny snippets of her thoughts, she wrote little messages in the margins of the books she read, there were secret photos never seen before. It was as though she had destroyed the obvious writings (journals) and left us cryptic clues to find and be surprised with. It was strange and oddly comforting. But as far as explaining the woman I didn't understand all that well and understand even less as I get older, it didn't help. I enjoyed finding out that there was MORE to her than I thought, part of me wished that I knew that part of her. Try not to stress yourself over understand her and finding answers to yourself from that. It won't happen, you aren't your mother, therefore the answers you seek can't come from her, only your self. My mother was an extremely private woman and destroyed her journals shortly before her death. None the less my sister and I found bits and pieces of things from her life after her death. We found photos of her and some of her co-workers at a Rolling Stones concert that she had never told us (or her husband) that she had gone to. We found notes and news paper clippings in the pages of books that were just tiny snippets of her thoughts, she wrote little messages in the margins of the books she read, there were secret photos never seen before. It was as though she had destroyed the obvious writings (journals) and left us cryptic clues to find and be surprised with. It was strange and oddly comforting. But as far as explaining the woman I didn’t understand all that well and understand even less as I get older, it didn’t help. I enjoyed finding out that there was MORE to her than I thought, part of me wished that I knew that part of her.

Try not to stress yourself over understand her and finding answers to yourself from that. It won’t happen, you aren’t your mother, therefore the answers you seek can’t come from her, only your self.

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