My journal entries ceased between July 1990 and April 2001. That means only one thing. Those years were pretty amazing, for I only seem to write when I am stressed, lonely, or afraid.
But so many remarkable things happened during that time; it’s hard to forget any of them, especially my wedding day.
Cap and I were united together for better or worse the day after Valentines Day. It was a small, intimate family affair filled with shades of red. Mom made my pink wool suit. My sister was the matron of honor and my son walked me down the aisle wearing a maroon bowtie and matching cumber band.
My daughter and two nieces were the flower girls and my youngest nephew was the ring bearer.
It was a beautiful day.
Marriage Dream: Fulfilled on 2/15/1992. Stay tuned. There are four more to go.
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A Speculative Memoir
In a 1989 journal entry, I poured out my dashed dreams to God. Those few precious moments became a watershed event in an unfolding narrative that began ten years before when I turned my back on God. Turning my back on God did many things, most of them sad, but foremost it made me forget who I was. But there was someone who never forgot. Someone who neve…