Being a dad is very fulfilling but also very challenging. 15 years ago, I
was presented with the biggest decision of my life. I remember being torn and
ripped inside and out. As I placed the boys on the plane to go back to PA
without me, I remember thinking what kind of father does this to his boys. For
years I had to learn to deal with my pain and guilt (at times, I still do).
Throughout all those years, I never knew what to say. I never knew how to feel.
All I could say was, "Jesus, help me get though this." For years, I made weekly
trips, weekend trips, and even day trips just to see the boys. Eric's football
games, Eric's prom, Ryan's basketball championship, Ryan's football games,
Ryan's prom, Ryan's ski trip for his birthday, Ryan's graduation... I tried to
stay close to the boys. We flew them to Florida for holidays, weddings, and
summers. Somehow, I survived those years and so did they.
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