Thanks for your comment on my last post. Believe it or not, I was thinking about you that night. I guess, I thought mostly about your father. I thought about how much you cared for him, how much he meant to you, and how much you miss him. I think I lost my kids in my recent divorce. They don't call me or return my calls/texts. At 18 and 23, they haven't reached the point where they have understanding yet. When you talk about your Dad, I get it. I see that you miss him and wish for at least one more day with him. I miss mine too. I have recurring dreams of being with him one last time. One last time, as a man. So much I want to say and repair. So much that I want to hear and feel from him. I don't think he's coming back for that conversation. The best that I can hope for is to relive it all with my kids and make sure they don't live without my regrets. Slim chance but a chance nonetheless.
Anyway, I thought about you and your Dad. I thought about the person that you turned out to be. I thought about being remembered like you remember your Dad.
I hope my kids one day become smart, funny, dedicated, sarcastic, wonderful, beautiful people. Like you.
Thanks, Brian. I'm sorry to hear about your kids: that's a very tough situation. And when we're that young we sometimes think we have all the time in the world and we can harbour grudges for slights we don't fully understand. I hope they come around soon and become one of the biggest and best parts of your life.:)
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Thanks for your comment on my last post. Believe it or not, I was thinking about you that night. I guess, I thought mostly about your father. I thought about how much you cared for him, how much he meant to you, and how much you miss him. I think I lost my kids in my recent divorce. They don't call me or return my calls/texts. At 18 and 23, they haven't reached the point where they have understanding yet. When you talk about your Dad, I get it. I see that you miss him and wish for at least one more day with him. I miss mine too. I have recurring dreams of being with him one last time. One last time, as a man. So much I want to say and repair. So much that I want to hear and feel from him. I don't think he's coming back for that conversation. The best that I can hope for is to relive it all with my kids and make sure they don't live without my regrets. Slim chance but a chance nonetheless.
Anyway, I thought about you and your Dad. I thought about the person that you turned out to be. I thought about being remembered like you remember your Dad.
I hope my kids one day become smart, funny, dedicated, sarcastic, wonderful, beautiful people. Like you.
Thanks, Brian.
I'm sorry to hear about your kids: that's a very tough situation. And when we're that young we sometimes think we have all the time in the world and we can harbour grudges for slights we don't fully understand. I hope they come around soon and become one of the biggest and best parts of your life.:)
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