This Blogging Thing

Managing someones affairs is complicated and I am reminded of that fact each and every day of late. I've always liked tuning into Teisha's weekly post to see what she had written on her blog. Now I am discovering drafts that I know she intended to complete. I found a draft dated last March. "This blogging thing is strange. I'm not sure what it is" and I know she worked hard to muster the energy, or creativity, or wherewithall to get something posted every Wednesday. I don't know how many people check in to read, and she was adamant about not knowing those facts because she wanted to write what she wanted to write for herself and not for a perceived audience or their approval. Some days her draft blogs read like an entry into a diary like this one written on that same March day this past year. "Today up on the hill we were in and out of the clinic in less than an hour. Last Wednesday we were up there for six hours. That was the day I met the woman and her husband, both dressed in flannel shirts and blue jeans who come from Woodburn to the top of the hill, every single solitary day and they have been doing that since sometime last September."

We thought one hundred trips over a twelve month period was noteworthy but the folks wearing flannel gave us a new perspective of how easy our 10 minute commute actually was.

I've decided to continue to post her writings for sometime to come. There will be no rhyme or reason to the topics, nor will they be chronologically driven. l hope I will know when it is time to stop but until then it helps me feel a little more connected to her.

Signed,
Teisha's Mom