Yesterday I finished the book I have been slowly writing for the last year or so and now I just have to wait a couple of weeks until the (very) few printed copies that I have ordered are delivered. This is a book strictly for my family, however I want to share a couple of insights.
First off, memories, like love, die if you don´t take care of them. Nothing lasts forever.
Did everything really take place as we remember it? What makes it into such a book? And for the same token, what does not make it into such a book?
Which are the landmarks of our existence? Extraordinary events? Routine ones which are quickly forgotten although they make up for the bulk of our time? Or maybe just the people who surround us?
Well, I don´t have the answers. On the other hand, I do now have a book with 350 pages full of things that came to my mind which I thought were worth writing down for my children. And the feeling I could have written more and with more details. So maybe all I got round to do is writing the first part of a bigger book, maybe one to be completed in fifteen or twenty years if I am still around.
And Happy New Year!
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