Yep, Kerry, gotta love those Mets fans. They keep hoping - lol!
Hey FIB, how are you, my friend?
I know I have told you this story before, but I'm going to tell you it again.
When I was little, in my crazy, dysfunctional, f'd up family, my father would set aside 30 minutes a week for just the two of us. We would do whatever I wanted - a board game, a walk, watch the Yanks, whatever.
And even though he was a great dad - came to school events, sporting events, talked to me about stuff - it is those 30 minutes that I remember so vividly. Those 30 minutes that matter so much, even now.
So, dont measure your time with your children in hours or days. Measure it in moments - an arm around a shoulder, throwing a ball, swimming in a hotel pool. Those are the memories they will carry.
And they will remember that during a very difficult part of their childhood, their daddy acted with honor. Their daddy was the stable, loving parent. They will. I promise you that.
The financial stuff, well, that just sucks. I know from where you speak - I am probably never going to recover from it.
I will be living in a tent somewhere - lol! But, I will know that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I acted in the best way I knew how. And I protected my son as best I could.
So, they will be ok, Frank. You will be, too. And someday, when the time is right, you will fall in love again. And it will be with someone you can respect and who respects you. And you will know so much more than you did the first time around. You will know what you want and what you dont.
Try to find peace, my friend. Try to enjoy life a little. Cherish those children because they grow up so fast. And remember, it matters how you acted, it matters that you were there for them. It matters.
