To my kids
Why would I want to write such a piece? Better yet, why would you care to read it? Well, I guess raising children is never finished. We're now past the childhood part for all of you. But, we're not yet (I hope) beyond the learning. There is so much I would have you know about life's lessons, about our family, and about me.
As you know, my own father died just as I was becoming an adult. I was 19, and so preoccupied with my own life, I never got the chance to ask Daddy what he thought about things. He's been gone for more than 30 years now, and to this day, I still often wish I could talk with him. Id like to hear his advice on just about anything.
I now think I know (having learned the hard way) how he might have handled many situations. Maybe through this journal and blog, I can share my opinions with you, without forcing my views upon you. I certainly hope so.
Why would I want to write such a piece? Better yet, why would you care to read it? Well, I guess raising children is never finished. We're now past the childhood part for all of you. But, we're not yet (I hope) beyond the learning. There is so much I would have you know about life's lessons, about our family, and about me.
As you know, my own father died just as I was becoming an adult. I was 19, and so preoccupied with my own life, I never got the chance to ask Daddy what he thought about things. He's been gone for more than 30 years now, and to this day, I still often wish I could talk with him. Id like to hear his advice on just about anything.
I now think I know (having learned the hard way) how he might have handled many situations. Maybe through this journal and blog, I can share my opinions with you, without forcing my views upon you. I certainly hope so.
posted by Busted Boomer | Sunday, December 12, 2004
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