I grew up camping.
This reminded me of what I have in my childhood mind.
Living in the Pacific Northwest, the trees look like this.
Been thinking of my younger days.
I have good memories, mostly.
Some, not so much.
Got a call from someone.
Hadn't talked to them in years.
It was about someone from the past.
Someone that I haven't talked to or seen in years.
Not good news.
Not at all.
I wish I had good memories of them.
I have a few.
I just don't have many.
I went to see them.
They don't talk now.
I talked about them.
How they got this way.
What happened.
It was an odd day.
It's an odd time.
My childhood memories.
I'd rather remember the trees.
Just saying ...
~ JC ~
( A relative is in a coma.
I haven't seen or talked to them in years.
They are my last remaining family.
I felt like I needed to go.
I did but it was very odd.
Talked about them and how things are.
Just odd and weird and just sad.)
4 comments:
Sometimes family memories aren't good. Sometimes they aren't bad, either. They are just memories. I envy those who have good memories.
Thank you for your comments about Cammie's return. Due to finances (and the lack thereof), I cannot adopt her myself. I need to have the resources to care for them all before I adopt more. However, Cammie won't be going anywhere for a long while, I'm sure. She needs reassurance first, and then, much more difficult, she needs just the right person. The animal-rescue group I work with tries to be very careful, but some cats are relatively easy to adopt out. Some don't care if they are one of many cats or the only one; some don't mind a person working all the time. But Cammie needs constant (not necessarily continuous) attention, a quiet environment, stability - and someone who is willing to take a year just to experience Cammie jumping onto his lap. She'll wait for that perfect person. Until then, she'll stay with me.
This was such a heartfelt post. Even though it was sad, you've taken that sadness and gathered up some beauty with it.
This was such a heartfelt post. Even though it was sad, you've taken that sadness and gathered up some beauty with it.
Beautiful trees. Your childhood place is a wonder.
The words are sad. This is Life - beautiful and ugly, happy and sad.
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