Back in March of this year, I reaffirmed my plan to get drafting out my life story for whatever it is worth. It was my original plan with writing a blog, because at the time that is what I thought a blog was for. I thought it was an autobiography rather than a daily journal or public diary. A distinction does need to be made.
But I strayed from that plan and was really not the worse for wear. But then I read Nikomas' blog and I was inspired. Nik took over a dozen blog posts in a row and specifically made no mention of his day-to-day stuff and just briefly rehashed his whole life. He started right after his father died. I wrote:
Coming right on the heels of his father's tragic death, this depth of digging into one's life and sharing it from beginning to was very inspiring.
I don't really know if Nik had already planned to write about his background before his father passed away, or if it was related. Either way, it was an unapologetic and revealing look into his past. Although he never stated it, you could feel as if his thoughts of his father were on his mind the whole time.
My son has died, and although it may be imitation, I'm going to do the same as Nik. If you can allow me to use an analogy, I'm going to put away my little pickaxe and small hand shovel. I'm gonna start up the engine on this here giant diesel caterpillar machine and really start to carve something out. Hopefully, it will still look like me when I'm done.
I can't promise I'll be as brief as Nikomas' 14 posts, but when have I ever told a short story? Are you along for the ride? Good? Good.