i love this blog, and have worked very hard at it. i spend way too many hours on writing, editing and growing my little corner of the world wide web, and it is starting to show results. please know that i take what you think of this little blog very seriously. but, this week, what i write is not for you. it is for me. it is my therapy. it is my way of working through feelings that bubble up every year at this time. it is my way of recording happenings and emotions and stories that are important to me.
so, this is a cautionary notice. if you are not interested in reading all these tales, then please bear with me, and come back after 26 april. then i will be back, writing about scrapbooking, cardmaking and the riviting minutae of my fascinating daily life. but, you are very welcome to stay, and share these stories with me. they are real, warts and all, politically incorrect, painful, and not for sensitive readers. they are from the heart. and i promise to throw in the odd layout, card, and if you ask nicely, a tutorial.
every year, these things go through my mind. but i cannot talk about them too much, because:
- everybody i know has heard at least some of these stories, probably more than once
- a lot of people i know are themselves still dealing with their own feelings of loss for ronnie
- i don't want people to think i'm still emotional and conflicted about these events
- i don't want to admit that i'm still emotional and conflicted about these events
jacki janse van rensburg - SCRAPPIN TIMES