In the summer of 1968, we went to Disneyland.
I am assuming it was ’68. It was before ’69.
At Christmas when we would get together
I would hear stories about when we were young.
One day I realized those were not memories.
That I had no memories of Disneyland.
Or anything. Not the furniture in my bedroom,
nothing.
The last time that I talked to my mother in 2019
I was chatting after doing her yard work while
she was on her iPad, and I mentioned
a local woman as an actress and my mother responded
that I make these things up. I responded
but here is her IMDB Page and she ignored me.
It was the last time that I talked to her.
My sister told me that she had a stroke in 2022
and that I should call her and I did not.
It has been four years.
She passed in November of 2023.
It has been sixteen years since I have talked to my brother
who has stage 3 colon cancer.
My mother’s three brothers have just passed of colon cancer.
I am left with one Aunt and my cousins.
My mother had come over in 2019 and asked if I
would sign over my inheritance to make it easier for her.
My father had passed in 2015. I had taken care of him for
five months in the nursing home… you know.
I signed it over without asking questions.
What is important to me… Kit Carson.
You know.
September 