Just putting out the feelers....

Ok, so most of you know that I love to write.  I have an incredibly vivid imagination, and I love to put that down on paper.  Just recently I've been working on a project that I eventually want to try to get published.  I'm gonna give you an exert from the very beginning just to see what people think.  In my mind its gonna be an old lady giving the story of her life.  Her loves, mistakes, highs and lows. 

Let me know what you all think.  Here goes:

Let me introduce myself.  My name is Elizabeth Henderson, I was also known as Elizabeth Lewis before I was married.  I’m just an average woman of my generation.  I’ve spent my life being a daughter, a sister, a mother, grandmother, and a wife.  There have been ups and downs; life hasn’t exactly been easy.  Please don’t mistake my meaning; I wouldn’t change a thing about my past.  I’ve learnt from mistakes, and the heartache has made me stronger.  But let’s not forget that there has been a lot of love in my life.  I have carried three children in my womb, who are everything.  I have five beautiful grandchildren who I only wished I knew better.  I felt what it’s like to love with every bone in your body... to love with such intensity that without that person you feel that you will die on the spot if they weren’t holding you tight.

My point is that I feel that I’ve really lived, and now as I’m in the winter of my life, I feel it’s time to shine a light on my past.  I want people to know how I view my life.  I haven’t ever been totally honest about my history, and now my light is about to be turned off. The truth is that I’m dying.  Cancer.  It’s such a horrid word.  It leaves the stench of dread in the air.  I don’t want your tears or sadness.  I’ve lived a long life, but its time I opened up.  If anything, my illness has saved me, it’s made me think about my life.  I’m not scared anymore.  I now know that I can’t leave my boys without them knowing everything.  I’ve always been a closed book.  My father used to say, “No good mulling over the past!  It’s done... it’s gone... just think about the future that’s the part of your life you can change!”  I always stuck to that... no point in opening up old wounds.  Now here I sit with no future... I have nothing to think about but my past.  Its time they knew!  All I ask is, to my boys, Robert and Daniel, please don’t hate me as I tell you the secrets of my past.  I love you.