Just for you

 I wish I had more to pass on to you. 

I thought of this instead. Maybe you could make copies to hang onto when everybody else has forgotten.

As I’m thinking of it, this might be my only chance to have an honest talk with you I’ve never had with my sister. I will never link this site. It’s yours and mine. So you should feel free to comment. We might actually talk this way.

Lots of things I want you to know about me. Lots of things I never said I should have. I think you’re a miracle child. Wish like hell you were the child of my loins but I will never have one of those. Yet I am more than content to have you as a step-step-daughter.

I need to tell you things that seem like boasting. I’ve had a hell of a life. Truly. I wasn’t always a drunk lame loser in life. A thing I need you to know. Even if that’s what I seem like now.

You were a game-changer in my life. Maybe the important one a man can have. Someone I really should be trying to live up to. Most of my life has been writing. But I am more proud of you than most things I’ve done. Amazingly, I also feel like I can tell you things I’ve told no one before, that you will understand, and love me anyway. 

Sound like a good idea? Me, just talking and telling, with nobody else listening. You don’t have to say a word unless you feel like it.

Oh, the pic. The family fortune I never got. We were supposed to be rich. Expensive ladies’ shoes. Laird-Schober. My great grandfather was so rich his home was layered with Oriental carpets three deep. He left nothing to his sons. Wanted them to earn their own way. Another story for another day.