Well it’s me again on Father’s Day, by far my
hardest day of the year. Most people
have that day. The one you dread. Maybe it’s the day you lost someone
special. Maybe it’s the day you met your
soul mate for life. Maybe it’s the day
your child was born. But we all have
that day. Mine is Father’s Day.
A day set aside for most of the Father’s and
children to celebrate this wonderful relationship of love and caring shared by
most Father, Child relationships. Well,
then there is me and my son. However, I
must say here at the outset he seems to be doing much better and what makes
most men do better? You guessed it, a
wonderful woman.
He has met what my wife and I believe to be a game
changer for him. She is a strong and
caring woman and must be a tad crazy to be in love with my son. He worships the ground she walks on. It is so funny to see a young man who nothing
was more important than himself actually caring about another human being more
that he cares for himself. Does this
mean there might be hope for the young man?
As I have written here many times, I sure hope so. I so desperately want him to find his
way. No matter our pasted, everyone
deserves to be happy, even my son. All
the hurt, the fighting, name calling, shouting, turmoil, even he deserves to be
happy. So I guess this Father’s Day I am
happy. For the first time in his life I
really believe my son is standing on the edge of happiness. I just hope and pray he falls off and into
the abyss known as happiness and joy.
Peace,
The Blessed Man
No comments:
Post a Comment