Better Late Than Never
If I were ever foolish enough to write an autobiography that would be the title.
Ironic that at my superannuated age I've only recently realized the importance of relationships. (If you read my first novel "The Dogs...Barking", I think that'll give you a clue as to why. Although I wonder how much of that was actually my fault.)
It was the loss of our ancestral home that my maternal grandmother built in 1915 and was added on to ad infinitum that brought the lesson home to me.
Is it funny, strange or sad (or all three) that I didn't even realize that it meant anything to me until it, and my sister who lived there, were gone?
It is just astonishing to me that I could have been ignorant of what truly mattered, what truly fills a person for such a huge portion of my life.
Well, as the title indicates, there is still time for redemption.
Ironic that at my superannuated age I've only recently realized the importance of relationships. (If you read my first novel "The Dogs...Barking", I think that'll give you a clue as to why. Although I wonder how much of that was actually my fault.)
It was the loss of our ancestral home that my maternal grandmother built in 1915 and was added on to ad infinitum that brought the lesson home to me.
Is it funny, strange or sad (or all three) that I didn't even realize that it meant anything to me until it, and my sister who lived there, were gone?
It is just astonishing to me that I could have been ignorant of what truly mattered, what truly fills a person for such a huge portion of my life.
Well, as the title indicates, there is still time for redemption.
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