Sometimes I wonder what will happen to my journals when I am gone. Whether they are saved by my children or not really won't matter, for it was the writing that brought me great solace through the years. There were times when I left certain things unsaid for fear someone would be hurt by what I had recorded. But most of the time I was frank and expressed my true feelings. Entries were a mix of serious, trivial, mundane, and momentous. When I'm in the mood, I read pages from the past and am amazed by how much I would have forgotten if it were not written down. Since I've been keeping journals for so long, it has become a habit I can't seem to stop.