So I have jumped in and now it is time to swim around in the topic at hand, my Father. Something so important to me that my heart aches as I write. What am I trying to say? What is it that I want others to know about my Dad? That is the question. As I began, I knew the anecdote that I most wanted to share with others, one of my favorites from childhood. That is how I began my narrative. Now to write and to try to paint the picture of the first man that I ever loved and the man by which I judge all other men. When I am through will others know some of what I know? Will they be moved by what I have to say and by one of the people who helped to shape who I am and who I hope to be when I am finished becoming me? All of these questions are swimming in my mind after I hit save on my computer.
Phew, well know that I have driven myself absolutely mad spinning in a circle of questions that I do not have the answers to at this moment. It is time to put it to bed for tonight. I will come back at this tomorrow after I have had some time to let what I have down on the paper settle in to the water I am swimming in at the time.
(writing session 1, not counting all the others that I deleted prior to this)
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