Roots
Before I started to write my blog, I had already written many things, a long time ago. My dear friend M., actually published something and gave it to me before my birthday in 2000. I didn’t expect this. Some things that I wrote, I would never want anybody to read. Some things I shared, other things are open to be read, like this. Many things that I have written, I continue to write towards. I hope this makes sense. Other things I consider for my blog, others are my notes, reflections or records of my reality, as I experience it. The reason I am saying this, is that my dad, every year, year after year, would fill his calendar diary's with many entries, sometimes randomly. Some reflections, but mainly what he did, whom with, who he met, what he did, how he felt. He shared this with me. His thing is that in his family (my family) dementia is one of the most prevalent illnesses. Having seen his ancestors forgetting things, and getting disintegrated with their sense of self, he figu...