Does having Readers matter?

So here it is, Sunday night.  Another Monday morning around the corner.
It's been a good day, lots of chores completed, but a few left undone, too.
Spent some time in the pool; sun and water always feels nice.

I'm happily tired, cooked some oven chicken and baked potato.
and did a lot of reading.  Nora Roberts.

I go back and forth about this blog.  I have no readers, no followers.  If I was of a certain sort, I might be saddened by the fact that no one cares enough about what I have to say.... But I don't write for the kudos of others.  I write because its what I need to do.  I am not complete without writing on a daily basis.

With time being the most important commodity we have these days, why take the time to write down the mundane, the thoughts, the little things.  But there may come a day when I'm no longer here, and my words will be discovered, read by my children or grandchildren, and they will come to know the real me through my words.  People as a whole are complex.  There's no way to know everything there is about a person, but if they write and leave things behind, we can have a better understanding.

I am a fan of genealogy, and find myself wishing I knew more than just the basics about my grandparents, great grandparents.  They all came to America, weren't born here.  What did they think?  How did it work out for them?

To my Kids:  with Grandpa Oliver being diagnosed with cancer, and being on chemo for over a year now, we've been lucky and blessed to have this extra year beyond his original prognosis. There are copies of letters I've written to him with some memories about growing up.  They're on the desktop under MSWord.  I'll have to back those up on the external hard drive.  Just in case.  Or maybe I'll have them published.  Wouldn't that be fun??   Grandma has the originals kept in a book for people to look at as well. :)

I'm going to leave it at that for the time being, and of course to keep doing what I do, no matter that anyone else bothers to read these.  Which reminds me:  Time to update my ICE page with details about things, in case of emergency.