appears I approach myself once a year.
Male/USCitizen/Caucasian/Over54(#damn-didn’t-think-i’d-make-it-this-far)(didn’t really want to)(dad didn’t)
really like my job (and the people that are a part of it)
dad died (92), divorced (10), mom died (12)
in the room when dad passed
tried cpr (didn’t work, it was cancer after all, silly me)
watched mom take useless breaths over days, damn she fought
we missed it by a few hours, she waited for us to leave before she left.
still angry about the DIVORCE
probably could write that incessantly, maybe have, have
miss my son.
I have better kids than you. period.
let me be clear..my kids are better than your kids. period.
proud doesn’t begin…
I’m sure your kids are great too. Sorry.
(still not as talented, creative, intelligent as mine.)
we can argue that over an 18 year-old Maccallen, I’ll buy.