How MySpace Ruined My Memories

I blogged a lot on MySpace.  It was probably the big reason it took me so long to make the move to Facebook because Facebook only had "Notes" and wtf reads or uses those?  If you haven't been made aware, MySpace recently gave themselves a huge makeover which included eliminating blogs.  Confused?  Let me clarify.  If you wrote years and years of blogs on MySpace, like I did, they're GONE.  MySpace says they're not deleted and they're working on a way to give them back (I have an idea-- just, you know, GIVE THEM BACK), but who knows?

It was totally lamentable.  I wrote A LOT.  I always meant to back up my entries, but it seemed so daunting since I had so many to copy.  But I let it go.  What's done is done and I have more pressing disasters to deal with.

But I found out my aunty is dying.  She had a stroke and is on life support and isn't expected to live once they turn off the machines.  She is the sweetest person I know and reminds me a lot of my grandmother.  I wrote about my Aunty Pearl long ago, about how she made me feel so special every time I saw her, and I would like to have been able to re-share that with you.  Or to read it again to myself.  Because I remember how it felt when she took my face into her hands and said she could see my grandma in me.  I remember how she was always thrilled that I named my daughter Lucy, a nod to my grandma, Lucille.  I remember her beaming smiles whenever she saw us, as if our presence was just the most important ever.

I understand that it doesn't mean much to a lot of people that I wrote this down a couple years ago, especially since I'm writing it down again now.  But more than my desire to share it with you, I wanted to read it again as a tribute to what she means to me.  Almost as if reading it again could bring it all back and make the stroke as if it never happened.  So that I might almost believe that when I go to Waianae tomorrow, it's not to say goodbye, but to see her enormous grin and feel her hands on my face.