Not all the memories of my past are traumatic. Saw my family this past week. Saw my brothers and sister and my mom and we enjoyed our visit. I especially enjoyed seeing my mother. I relived some childhood moments. Watched her sing in the church choir which brought back memories of when, as a child, I watched her sing. We baked Christmas cookies together - another childhood memory that was good.
Saw my best friend Bonnie. We have been friends for about 48 years. What a blessing. Saw the church where I was baptized. Ate lunch in what used to be the penny candy store when I was a little girl. Saw the mother of a girl I went to school with decades ago.
I was able to look at the actual Third Floor Window as we drove by the old house of bad memories. My stomach did a few somersaults when I saw it but that was all.
The incest so overshadowed everything in my childhood, that I have a hard time remembering anything good about it. But there were good memories and this trip gave me a chance to see that. And to remember. Another blessing. Thank you Lord.