I’ve tried keeping a diary, several times (my one grandfather did, for 30 years!, interesting to go back through that and see his references to my, my siblings, and my mother’s life!) but I’ve never been that faithful in keeping it up.
But what I have done is write my life story, including a section on my transgender-ness, but rather than just one multi, multi, multi page story, I’ve broken it into sections, or separate files, such as my 4 years in the military, the colleges I attended with classes, the jobs I’ve had, organizations I’ve belonged to, my hiking experiences. That sort of thing. Maybe someday one of my descendants may want to know a little more about one of his or her ancestors, and hopefully someone can produce these…stories, and they can read just what interests them, without getting bogged down with what they would consider useless aspects.
Or maybe not, but at least it keeps my mind busy, and that’s important for as we live our lives, it seems that strange things happen to how we remember things. Right now, at least one of my brothers recites an incident where I know that he was at best an onlooker and I was one of the two central people, but he has put himself into that central position. (our grandfather was there, but he didn’t put it into the diary, too bad. Eh)
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