Postcards

Well... this is new.

It's August 2019. You're eight-and-a-bit years old. And I'm writing a message to you which you may not read for ten, twenty, who knows how many years? Maybe never.

But there's things I'd like to tell you. About me. About you. About our family. And as our lives are busy maybe it's easier for me to put some of these things down on a blog, where you might read them some day.

I don't know where this is going, but as I've got older (I'm fifty years old right now) I think more about my parents and my childhood, and maybe it would have been comforting or interesting or downright hilarious to read some of my parents' memories occasionally.

Maybe it'll even help you one day, if you have a family of your own, see that you're not alone.

Maybe sometimes there'll be some melancholy sad stuff too. But hopefully not too much.

Love you, Dad.