Oct 28, 2020
I still don't think this is going to work very well. I also know that my handwritten journals, what's left of them, are scattered everywhere and for the most part illegible and likely uninteresting. In fact, if any of them are found they should probably given to my cousin Michelle who is likely the only one who might appreciate them. Typing on my phone and speaking neither sound or feel real to me. Or maybe I just really have nothing to say, maybe I'm just fooling myself that I have anything left to leave till the following generation. I know that I am very ill and very weak and very likely in the last years of my life. I also know but I am quickly forgetting everything I ever wanted to say about my life. Not a great way to leave a message for anyone. I largely feel that I have failed at so many things that I want thought I was succeeding at. I actually thought that I was a good mother to my children. I believe I can honestly say that I never made a decision about them that...