I blogged religiously when I was angry, intermittently when I was happy and apparently not all when I was incapable of either. It has been almost a year and half since i last put pixelised font to digital paper here, even though there has been a week here and there that I probably should have dumped the contents of my head somewhere.
In the past year and half I have moved house, changed plans a few times and forgiven people including myself. In the past few months I have burned some bridges, poured gasoline on a few more in preparation for the match that will come at some point. My head has been too busy and keeping track of thoughts has suffered, hence the return to blogging.
I didn’t choose today to return, today chose me. The sixth of June is one of those ‘anniversary’ dates, when the calendar reminds us of events. Today is my stepmothers birthday, and she should be with my father, celebrating, making plans to visit me to see the kids. They kids should be looking forward to seeing her, but they do not remember her. She died just over ten years ago, at the age of 49, from cancer. My father still mourns her. I do too. I also mourn that my children did not get to know this woman, she would have made them better. She made me better.
Happy Birthday Helen, we miss you.