Beautifully rendered. We each are our own worst and best Procrustes. As a single father by mutual agreement, I raised my children essentially alone until they were teens. Perhaps the hardest thing about it was “not telling them the hardest things”. Now in my 80’s and they in their 50’s, it still is. Thank you. I’m proud of that and you should be too.
Beautifully rendered. We each are our own worst and best Procrustes. As a single father by mutual agreement, I raised my children essentially alone until they were teens. Perhaps the hardest thing about it was “not telling them the hardest things”. Now in my 80’s and they in their 50’s, it still is. Thank you. I’m proud of that and you should be too.
Years before she died, my dear wife Fran—not the mother of my children but she loved them nonetheless and they adored her—asked me to write my own eulogy for her to give at my funeral. She had ADHD and was fearful she’d fall apart with nervousness. I occasionally reread it. It still works but I’d so gladly trade it for the one I gave for her’s.
Beautifully rendered. We each are our own worst and best Procrustes. As a single father by mutual agreement, I raised my children essentially alone until they were teens. Perhaps the hardest thing about it was “not telling them the hardest things”. Now in my 80’s and they in their 50’s, it still is. Thank you. I’m proud of that and you should be too.
Years before she died, my dear wife Fran—not the mother of my children but she loved them nonetheless and they adored her—asked me to write my own eulogy for her to give at my funeral. She had ADHD and was fearful she’d fall apart with nervousness. I occasionally reread it. It still works but I’d so gladly trade it for the one I gave for her’s.
Awww.