I am going to ask you to pardon this entry while I allow for some honesty. I suppose no one really breaks down these kind of topics to us when we were kids. At least, I can say this is true for me.
No one ever taught me about romance. No one ever told me about the importance of life or how to be gentle or how to hold on to a minute because once that minute is gone, it’s gone forever!
I never had a son. Then again, The Old Man has been gone for so long that it almost seems as if I never had a Father either, which is untrue, of course. At the same time, The Old Man is only memory now. He is pieces of my past and little portions of my childhood memory which will surface from time to time.
I view these moments as special. However, and since there is no real back-and-forth or understandable way of communication with those who left this Earth, in fairness to myself, I suppose I had to learn things by myself.
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