Neglectful? Yes!

I haven't forgotten about my propensity for dishing out sarcasm to those who choose to read it but I have, however, been busy with life (and elementary school math, it seems - but THAT is another story!)  As well, I have been working on a "story" that I wrote in 1996 (seriously, that was a long bloody time ago).  It is not so much a story as a memoir of sorts of my really good friends step-father.  This was a university paper that I was required to write that had me interviewing a "older adult" and relating psychological research to aspects of that persons life.  Sounds dull?  Well, let me tell you it was the one paper I wrote that ultimately stayed with me the rest of my life.  My friends step-dad passed away in 2003 but I always felt that I kept a piece of him in my heart and was and will be forever grateful that he shared his interesting life story with me.  I have been promising my friend for quite some time now that I would re-type this story that I hold so dear and send to her so she can then share the story with her family (especially the grandchildren, some of who may not have had the opportunity to ask questions about their grandfathers childhood).  I began to retype this amazing story and remove the psychological babble that is embedded into it and realized that, although I am grateful to have the information I managed to glean out of my "subject" the more I read the more pissed off I become at my much younger self!  Pissed off and disappointed.  Why? I just did not do this amazing man's story justice!  I have a million and three more questions to ask and its to damn late!  Every sentence I retype just creates more questions and I feel like I am going to be sending my friend  a woefully incomplete story of his life.  I am now thinking that I need to title this paper: The Young Inexperienced and Inadequate Writers Attempt at a Memoir.  How I got such a good grade on this paper is way beyond my imagination.  I will continue to make a decent run of this story and will definitely be sending a forward to it explaining my inexperience, youth and apologize for my obvious omissions.  (Seriously though, I can't even remember 1996!  I would like to say I was 12 or 13 years old then but I am pretty sure all of you would see right through that!)  Until then........ Christmas is coming!  Ahhh crap!