I am interested in what it all means.
If we are here for a reason, then I think the best place to look for evidence is within ourselves. If we can become aware of how and why we do what we do, we may be able to infer something about why we are here.
So, this blog is a series of essays which try to illuminate aspects of what it feels like to be me that I feel may have some bearing on why we are here.
I welcome your comments. What does it feel like to be you?
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Pictures of Dad
I just had a nice idea while watching a movie on television.
A character in the movie showed her boyfriend a picture of her Mom and said, "She lived a couple of years after that but we didn't take any pictures because she didn't want us to remember her like that."
I've wondered about that with Dad. I don't want to only remember him with pictures that show him frail and sickly.
But here's the nice idea:
I don't want pictures of him from when he was younger. He was just Dad then. Now, is when we're friends. I want to remember him as he now, my Dad who's my friend.
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