Kids, you got some?
Love them all yep. I might not be their “real father” but I love them all. I now have 5. (Let’s not get started on Grand kids, I think I am up to 9 or so, getting old and all) True I only made one of them. And he is a brat. The rest of them are cool as hell. They grow up, live their life and once in awhile shock you. And when that happens you sit back and ask yourself, how the hell did they get so smart. I know it was not from me. I read this on one of their MySpace pages:
It makes life all seem right. I am proud to be a part of their life. More important is that they grow and live their life to the fullest. Yes hurtles come and go but in the end they always do what is right. So today I say thank you kids. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life. I love you all.
"I am on the dirt frontage road to the internet thingy"
And don't waste my time calling me a racist, cause I aren't. So there!
When I think of you Mama- this is what I hear. 'Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Nothing's past; nothing's lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!'
Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918 Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral
It makes life all seem right. I am proud to be a part of their life. More important is that they grow and live their life to the fullest. Yes hurtles come and go but in the end they always do what is right. So today I say thank you kids. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life. I love you all.
"I am on the dirt frontage road to the internet thingy"
And don't waste my time calling me a racist, cause I aren't. So there!
