Day 15
Today, it’s 11 years since my mother died. It was 2013. I started this blog in January of the following year because I wanted to write down my thoughts. Some people meditate; I write. Writing has always been my way of expression. Before, it was a diary; now, it’s a blog. I couldn’t meditate, trying to empty my head from thoughts. I’m an introvert, and my mind won’t stop thinking even during the night. Sometimes, it feels like no one cares what I write, but I still do it. It’s a bonus if someone likes what I write. Blogging should be fun, and what else to do than write about the things you like to do or things you want to share. Since my parents have passed away, who else should I tell my thoughts to, if not through blogging?
Next year, I have to remember my dad’s death day, too. Time goes fast when you think about it. Life must continue, but never stop remembering the good things that were. My parents taught me many things that are still useful to me, and I’m grateful for that.
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