“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.” -Richard Bach
My deepest thanks to all who took the time to read the tale of the mess my first love and I made of the last 29 years. I’m glad that I seem to have touched quite a few of you with the events of Her, and the coming meeting with my son and daughter, in spirit if not biologically. And yes (and this is how I knew that I would touch someone with my words), the last 2 entries were probably the hardest pieces I ever had to write in my life, and there’s been a few tears on my own as my wife, WK can attest to.
Last night, Georgia texted me. She had read it all and I think she’s probably a little shell shocked right now. Through my words, she has just found out the bitter circumstances to my sudden departure and the reality that in a different world, they were supposed to be my kids. Being an 18 yr old girl, I’m not quite sure how she will digest all this, or Terry for that matter.
We’re going to talk tomorrow night. What will happen after, I leave it to them with my blessing and advice if desired. WK is definately worried for me, as these circumstances are in deep uncharted territory that we can’t guess on what can or will happen. She’s wise beyond her years, but in this, she’s speechless.
And yes, I am afraid to lose them again. Terrified actually. So this is what a taste of parenthood is like.
Fortes Fortuna Juvat. Fortune Favours the Bold.