somehow i convinced myself to stop blogging. i began feeling that there was no purpose to this blog. no reason for people to check out what i write. i wasn't offering any tips, advice, recipes or giveaways. most blogs i come across have a specific direction. but i couldn't find mine. i don't even know if i tried. i wrote because i thought and i felt and wanted to share. i first thought i'd share silly bits and special finds. wrong. no laughter, some tears. although...joy and pain are almost the same and so today i write for me!
Chanukkah '87, a classic home video, recorded during a family get together. It is truly one of the best examples of our extended family gatherings. reality tv at its best! last night my aunt vivi, my cousin liz, and i watched it together. how different the world looks today. too much has changed, been lost, or forgotten. i felt like a martyr wanting to watch over and over the scenes with my father. wishing to hear his voice, see his gestures, movements, and expressions. since he passed i sometimes look through old photo albums and some of his things that were kept, but not a video. film. the art of human connection.
