You have been gone for thirty three years,
It’s not like we had a great romance.
Like two stupid kids ourselves,
Then suddenly there were five of us.
The thing that bothers me most
I think,
Are when those memories come
And I turn to say,
Hey, remember that?
But no one is there that shared them.
No one, and never will be.
And how I long to share the blame
For our sons with all their problems.
Boys need their daddies,
I didn’t know how to do it.
Just trying to grow up myself
And guess what,
I blew it.
I need to talk to you about it,
But you are never there.
I'm sure you were exactly what they needed.
John
Sorry that you blew it. I hope that I don't blow it and not get time enough to get your memoir… Still postponed.
Ron
In love,
Roger
I share your pain in the early years because my first wife died at 37. I did remarry but I can't share the older photos with anyone but the kids when they visit. That's still someone to share with. Don't forget, they have so much pain too so share what you can, whenever you can, while you still can.
Much love and blessings,
John Michael
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