tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812951198483259605.post8762296915355154963..comments2024-03-27T22:44:20.979-04:00Comments on My Next 20 Years of Living: Made it!Retired Knitterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662288640032813770noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812951198483259605.post-89365674885656379282017-12-30T09:00:28.714-05:002017-12-30T09:00:28.714-05:00Actually the memories that surface at the cemetery...Actually the memories that surface at the cemetery are un-invited. They just pop to the surface of my consciousness without prompting. And I let them. All those memories make up who I am as a person - I am the result of those experiences. And, unfortunately my growing up years had more bad memories than good ones - but the bad ones are buffered by my mom's actions. I guess that is why I felt so driven to take care of her during her failing years. Retired Knitterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13662288640032813770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812951198483259605.post-10091883352982258412017-12-30T08:43:10.867-05:002017-12-30T08:43:10.867-05:00Yes, glad you passed another Christmas and that it...Yes, glad you passed another Christmas and that it seems to be getting easier. Interesting thing you say about having both good and bad memories. I always feel guilty remembering the bad stuff, but maybe I shouldn't.<br />Have a blessed 2018.Priscillahttp://minimalistgranny.comnoreply@blogger.com