Day One

 Blogs aren't really much of a thing anymore. The narcissistic behavior behind the concept of blogs, unless you're already famous, really made most bloggers realize no one was really reading them.  Who in the hell has time to read blogs anyway?

So...naturally, I began one...again.  

There is a point to this one, though.  And it has nothing to do with 99.999999999999% of the world.  This is for my kids, my family and anyone who knows/knew me who might give even an inkling of a shit. 

My mom put together a cool summary of her life in writing and pictures in a nice binder that I occasionally break out and thumb through.  I learn a little something more about her, or at least see a perspective as I age that maybe I didn't recognize when I was younger.  Now that she's gone, it's a nice thing for me to have.  

I want to do something similar for my kids/family, but in a 21st century kind of way.  In other words, I'm not going to use paper.  Plus, I can go update it when I need to without keeping a million versions that change over time.  So that's what I'll do here, at least for the writing part.  I post all my pics on Instagram and Facebook, and have an enormous Apple Photos library on my family account, which has all my photos and videos of my life's passings.  

I've had a couple of blogs in the past, but never did keep up with it.  I get a wild hair to communicate stuff, then get tired of it and think differently.  I realize how narcissistic it is and it makes me feel icky. 

This time, though, my point is different.  You see, I probably don't have a ton of time left.  I'm not saying that to be dramatic. I had a massive heart attack in December, 2021. A big one. 1/3 of my heart is dead.  Never to return. And living beyond 5 years after one of these kind of cardiac events is pretty average.  That puts me within a year and a half of average.  For the first couple of years, I think I was in denial about it, but after additional health issues, an implementation of a defibrillator and some other complications, I'm realizing my time is what it is.  

So, I'm going to capture some thoughts like my mom did and leave them for friends and family to thumb through if they ever feel the urge.  Other than that, I neither expect, nor care, if anyone else reads it.  Chances are, it's not for them anyway.

Peace