Well, it looks like I might have come to the end of my road here. I posted the blog for my son. I must admit, it's pretty cool. Letters from me, pictures of me, my parents, my brothers, my daughters, my niece and nephews. Quirky things about our family, like we are hairless Italians, we have odd shaped knees, we are a family of lots and lots of boys, etc. I don't know if I said the right things or enough things. I tried to heed all the wisdom and advice I've learned from this blogging community over the past year. Did my best, but probably made some mistakes. I sent him a message on Facebook with the blog address and...nothing. He hasn't even checked it. I'm sending him a card this weekend, just in case he hasn't gotten the messages on Facebook and then I have to let this go. I just can't live my life like this.
I can't keep writing about the same nothingness over and over again. I'm stuck in a perpetual pity party and that is so NOT who I am. This doesn't mean that I'm closing the door on him, I'd never do that. It just means it's time for this to go back on that shelf it was on for a little over 30 years, the place where I could move forward in my life and give myself a break.
Even though I might not be writing much, (unless some miracle happens) I'll still be reading and learning, maybe even commenting once in a while. Looks like I'll be coming to Chicago in August as well. Anyone up for a Second City show while we're there? I don't know about you, but I could use a good laugh these days.