Gone and forgotten
I think one of the main reasons I have made 4 different blogs over the past decade is because I don't want to be forgotten when I die.
"anything you post on the internet lasts forever" is supposed to be a warning, but that was a motivator for me.
I don't know any long dead relatives. I don't know anything about my fathers' parents. I've seen a picture of my paternal grandmother once, but I forgot her face. I forgot her husband's name and have never seen a picture of him. They've been gone for about 25 years now. Gone before I was born. I'm sure my dad remembers his parents, but I don't. It makes me sad. They never got to hold me; none of my grandparents did.
I don't want to be dead and forgotten by my grandkids. So I spread my words through this medium. I spread my weirder thoughts across 5 diaries. I spread my pictures through 3 photo albums and videos through 2 SD cards and a fat SSD drive. I search for a fire-proof safe to put it all in.
I'd like one person to remember me beyond my nuclear family. Because honestly, it's starting to feel like I'll be forgotten, like my long dead relatives.
I don't know.
I just ate a whole pint of ice cream and it feel's like i'm dying so maybe that's where these thoughts came from tonight. (o-_-o)