Told to Write

 I was told to write.   But, I really do not think I have things to say.   Not right now anyway.   When, I do write my audience is me.  My belief is you won't be interested in it.   Less and less people read anyway?  Right? 

My child is away.   Temporary but for years.   I will see my child again.   They grew up and moved on.      Empty nest?   Not quite as there still remains sibling.  
Maybe this is where I can write and if one day my child reads it then it can help them?   

What did you leave me when you passed on Mom?  

I wish I could leave you with something important/   Even if I had all the money in the world.  What would that be?   
What can we leave behind to help those that come after?   
In my own mind, I do not believe we can leave anything of material value.   And even my own writing will just be here for a short time and then gone.   
My own Mom wrote and I have very little of it left to show she existed.   And when I am gone... it might be gone to.   Sadly, it wasn't important to be when she was here.   It wasn't important to me when she passed away.   It became important when the years went buy.   Almost a decade later I wish I had remembered her passwords to emails that she had made me log onto.   By the time I logged into her hotmails it seems that Hotmail was no more and the hotmail address was cleared of old stuff.   
Her hotmail address just get a lot of junk spam.   

But, In hopes that after I am gone and you might have questions then maybe I might have written something to answer them     
The questions I did not get to ask and now you are gone.   

I hope that maybe if I write enough then I will leave some answers.     It's for you if you can use it.  

Inspired by K