A warning, but this is from my personal view and that as a writer. As you know, “The Days” was a telling of both mine and her story over 29 yrs. I’m proud of it and I poured as much of my spirit, and channeled as much of hers to convey to you how much we cared for one another, as my gift to Terry and Georgia, and as a cautionary tale in where a simple pure love can evolve into something twisted and unusual. I truly believe as is, this chapter of my life could not possibly end more eloquently, if melancholy, with the reunion to come.
But, it’s a tale that’s ongoing and evolving now into uncharted territory. As such, The Days will continue, but as “New Frontiers” where I begin to explore my future with having T&G hopefully in my life. This could suddenly end in June, or may well follow me for another 29 years, but in this, I am daunted yet excited to see where this could unfold in the tomorrows to come. As it will progress with real-time, entries will probably be quarterly or even annually at best. More so, to protect the feelings and trust of T&G, please understand that from here on, I probably won’t have the liberty to be as open and free with my words and experiences as I was with The Days.
Speaking again as a writer, I believe that a sequel is rarely as good as the original, so if you decide to preserve the purity and raw experience of The Days in your minds and opt out, it’s perfectly fine. Nevertheless, if you’ve decided to follow, close your eyes. Take my hand and take that first step with me. Come. Follow me down that rabbit hole to Wonderland.
“Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” – Margo Channing / Bette Davis, All About Eve
“Too many couples break up without understanding the consequences for their families.” – Iain Duncan Smith
I don’t regret writing The Days Before Tomorrow these last few weeks. I’ve had a few days to think about it the entire tale, and despite many doubts and some regrets in being so open with certain details, in the end I believe I’ve done our story justice.
Many of those ghosts I had are still there, but maybe a little quieter for once. The reunion to come has brought me a sense of hope, though fear as well. I’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest apparently in the lives of T & G, as so much they believed was their very existence has been shaken to the core. In other words, I’ve opened Pandora’s Box, and there’s never any returning again to those innocent days.
I’m trying to imagine how I would feel if I just found out who the heart of your mother always belonged to, or that they were to be the children of their godfather after sudden loss. I can’t imagine how it would feel, as my own parents have been together for 45 years and thankfully as much in love with each other as they were from the start. Despite the headaches, the arguments and the strife that comes with such longevity, they are very much the model of what I see is a loving marriage, and I take inspiration from that. In so many ways, no matter how much they might drive me crazy from time to time, they are still very much my heroes and I can’t imagine life without them in my skies. But T & G were virtually orphaned at a young age, with a father who rejected custody out of some unknown reason, and a mother who was taken from them by a capricious whim of fate.
I have so many doubts right now on whether to continue writing. I’ve tossed a grenade into the relationship with their true father, and placed doubts in their bond with their grandparents. My talk with Georgia after she read “The Days” was illuminating to say the least. There’s been so many lies and tales behind my disappearance, as apparently my sudden refusal to take the children was because I was in prison or something so mundane. The kids always knew that I was close to their mom, but now know that I was so much more. They had no idea about the restraining order, or that the sudden move to Montreal was inspired by the faint hope that She and I would finally get it right. And now, they understand as well why their mom shared with them one little thing that comforted her, and myself, over the years…. our mutual love of lightning and thunder in the night.
The kids are adults now, and despite my doubts, they deserve now to know the hidden truths from all of these years. But it’s a lot to take in… and I will speak with them again very soon. They’re quite upset, and I want them to take a few days, weeks, months, or whatever time they need to absorb and process it all before we speak again. Such an influx of truth can never be easy, and for that, I am so truly sorry to them. But, as I told them, and it’s in the hope that my once friend will read this as well, as he is still their FATHER. He was there when they took their first steps. When they said their first words. The school plays and the soccer games. I can’t fault him for a moment of weakness, and only feel gratitude for having the patience of Job. It couldn’t have been easy to raise the kids, no matter how amazing they are, who were named after another man. It definitely couldn’t have been easy to allow her decision to inexplicably raise the children Catholic, or have a reminder of past sorrows by naming me Godfather. From what little I know right now, the kids have been loved, and cared for, and cherished as a loving father would. I’m not the kids’ father. I wasn’t there when it mattered, and I did the very same by not fighting for them when my time to step up had come regardless of legalities and battles. I’m at best the distant uncle, but now he might well have to cope with my return. I am grateful, and I hope we can settle on a truce for the sake of family. I’ve known him for over 35 years, and we’ve both loved and suffered by these games of the heart.
One story is ending, but a new one has begun. Welcome to the New Frontiers.