Me, Myself and I

OK, they did it to me again. They started something and I want in on it.

I mean my brothers, of course. Two of them have these awesome blog spots, sites, I'm not sure what to call them, but they're amazing. My brothers are incredibly insightful and can use the English language to convey their feelings so well. Well, that won't happen here. I think I just need an outlet. Somewhere to go to let it all out. Hopefully in anonymity.

First of all, who am I? My brother Paul explained to me once how hard Alzheimer's is because it robs one of his/her memories, and who are we without memories? Thank God I still have memories. This is who I am. I am Katy Kimberlin. A wife, mother, daughter, sister. I have 1 husband, 4 children, 4 brothers, 2 parents, 5 sisters-in-law, 2 parents-in-law (if that's how you put it. See, the English language and I aren't the best of friends), 2 dogs, and 2 cats. That's me. The important parts of me anyway.

Memories. Kim wondered why we can't remember somethings we wish we could and why we remember things we wish we could forget. Me too, Kim, me too.

I've been cleaning out closets and drawers that have been untouched for too long. Memories come flooding back to me. Some buried so deep it almost hurts to bring them to the surface. Some simply pushed aside to make room for the here and now. Amazing how leafing through baby books and preschool yearbooks of my own children can make time stand still and fly by simultaneously. "It seems like yesterday that..." Yet other items make time almost non existent. I can loose myself reading material that has been shoved, yes shoved, in the back of the closet. Back behind the clothes, and the books, and model cars, and the Easter eggs, and prom dresses. Back where I'm not supposed to let myself go very often, for I loose myself. The me I am now. I go back to a time where I wasn't me. I was someone else. Not the me I am now.

I'm Katy Kimberlin. I'm a wife, a mom, a sister, a daughter. That's me.