Starting

Last night my dreams were strange. I woke up around 3:30 or so in the morning, thinking I had heard a sound. The room felt strange, like someone was watching, and I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I missed having my husband with me, to cuddle up against, or whack on the arm to ask "What was that?" But he was a couple of hundred miles away, and I was by myself. So, I laid there, steadfastly refusing to turn over to see what had disturbed my sleep, running scenario's through my mind. The fatique from working and driving all day soon ended the game of scaring myself and I went back to sleep to awaken again to the memory of a dream. In this dream, I had sent off pictures to be made of the family. This is something that has been on my to do list for a long time, as I have many old family pictures that I want to have copied and then put in albums. In my dream, the pictures arrived in the mail. The first ones, taken 40 or more years ago, were a disappointment. They had a filmy quality, fuzzy and opague. The final few pictures were of recent family gatherings and they were bright and vibrant. The dream made me sad. It was a visual of how even the strongest memories fade over time. I want to do something to hold onto the memories. Not just my personal memories, but family history. The kind that is lost once each generation succeeds to the next. Thus, this blog, to consist of past memories, present happenings, and perhaps some dreams of the future.