Time Flies
This weekend will mark one year since my father died. It will mark one year since I have been without any living parents, a place I expected to be only when I was much much older. I spoke to a friend the other day and he pointed out that he was 25 when his last living parent died and all I could think was, "damn". 25 is so young to be alone in the world. Don't get me wrong this is not a post about me feeling alone and wanting to be hugged or held or any of that stuff. Generally speaking I don't want or need that kind of comfort. I have a beautiful wife, two great kids, a home, a job, a little spare cash to sometime splurge on. Life generally is pretty good. But I do miss them, my parents. I miss them terribly at times. Mostly I feel sad for them not knowing or seeing what I have managed to do with my life. I am sad my mom never meet my wife and know what wonderful woman she is, I did good. I am sad she will never know Grace or Willow. I am sad my parents will ...