Love Chapter Coming - A Lifetime of Yesterday's 8/20/24 Update

I'm not particularly eager to write a lot about love, but it is everywhere as I look through my documents, submissions, sticky notes, and pages. I will try to explain it, knowing that no one has ever written a Bible's definition, essay, movie, or book. My love is no better than anyone's view on the topic. It began with my mother, father, and sister, which is reasonable enough.

I adored my grandparents, who always supported me, and realized how complicated my dad would be. I was there when Dad would flip over the dinner table of food and dishes when he got pissed off at something he couldn't control. There was only one way to do something and, more importantly, only one opinion: his. While I want to say I remember when my dad taught me to fish or do something cool or fun, I don't have much to offer. He did take me fishing, but it wasn't fun. I have endless stories that end with screaming, yelling, and disappointment for someone. Most often, my mother sometimes it was my sister Karen, but she was mentally and physically stronger than many, a superwoman. She had beat up people who gave me a hard time. She went down the street when my bicycle was missing and found it at a neighbor's house. One of their sons had taken it, so she decked him, got on the bike, and rode it home. I don't think I will be remembered by many.

More importantly, I want to be remembered by my family and a small group of friends I call my own. That's it.

Peace, Chris

Don't worry—there will be a lot on the subject. In short, I have so much that I have to cut it down.