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One of the things that happens when you move is you find items you haven't seen in a long, long time. As I packed boxes, I came across the notebook I'd given my father when we implemented a nightly writing session. After he died, I used the notebook as my own so it now contains not only his distinctive (and sometimes tough-to-read) slices of life, as well as a collection of my own ideas. Trust me, I had a moment when I sat down and read his recollections about his childhood dog named Patsy, as well as his gratitude for his daily life. In the late stages of dementia, he accessed stories from his early life and reflections on his right here, right now.
"How about we start up family writing throughout this time," I said to my family as we finished an unhurried dinner.
They laughed and shook their heads. Not a chance was the unanimous consensus.
"Here's what I could write," Julia, who is working remotely, said. "I got up and worked. I went for a five mile run. Today, I got up and worked. I went for a three mile run. Got up and worked today. Six-miler completed..."
(She's very funny.)
"Maybe you should notice more on your run," I said.
Since they're mostly adults and I'm not going to force anything on them, I'm holding out hope that I get a different response in a day or two. We're all changing our ways in pretty drastic measures these days.