It’s been five months. Five months since my mother died. Five months since the funeral. Five months since I gave Angie the journals and tapes. Five months since I removed myself from the role of family documentarian. Family author. Family keeper. I knew Angie wouldn’t take on the responsibility if I asked her to do it. But, she’s so much like me, I knew she’d dive into it if it was presented to her through curiosity. As a puzzle to solve. A story to chase. She’s SO much like me that way.
But, I have to say, I’m a little disappointed she hasn’t included me more. Okay, okay, more than disappointed. I’m hurt. There, I said it. I mean, all those tapes are there because I recorded them. All those journals are there because I sav... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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