Something amazing happened the other day.
It started badly.
I was speaking with my father about childhood memories. He was appalled to discover I didn’t have any distinct memories from before we moved to Ohio.
Which is obviously because that’s when the splintering happened. But my father is in high denial about that stuff.
Suddenly though, I remarked, “Well, I remember when I was playing by an old tree stump and got stung by a bee. And it scared me. I think I ran over to you.”
My dad broke into a smile.
“That was in Boston. You were probably 3 years old. It was one of the only times you ran to me before your mom.”
I stared.
Boston?
That’s before the splinter.
I have absolutely no other memories of Boston. That’s even before we went back to Chicago for a time.
I remembered something from before! And not just a couple months before. Years before!
I’m holding this memory close as a candle to keep away the creeping darkness.
pen, paper, and crazy 
❤ this is truly a great thing, and so wonderful to have it corroborated. (i have gotten to a point where memories just pop up randomly all the time throughout the day and distract me, i'm not sure it's better, but it's certainly something.)
much love to you. i haven't quite known what you're going through or how to support you or what to say and that is unfortunate. i hope you do not hold a grudge, though i will understand if you do. i am sorry to have not been here for you. i miss you.
I most certainly hold no ill feelings towards you chickadee ❤
Missed so many of my friends on here by my health and work have just not allowed for me to be active on here very much anymore. But you're definitely in my thoughts!
I still have the pic you drew of Zoe and her puppies on my fridge. It always gives me smiles.
Lots of love ❤ ❤ ❤
Thats amazing Pen. I’m glad it is helping you now. Sending huge hugs your way xxx