Congratulations and salutations. I hope your digital camera/video recorder didn't destroy your pictures of the birth like it had for me. I was there for Zachary's birth. I was the first person to hold him after he was out of the womb... I relive his birth every day. Looking into his little blue eyes and promising him that I would be the best father I could be (I hope he can forgive me for not being there for him as he grows up now).
Hold your daughter to you every chance you get, tell her you love her without regret or reservation. Never, EVER pass up a chance to hug and tell your children you love them. Because if something happens, you will loathe and regret every chance you had... but let it slip passed.
Because I know how that feels, and i do not want anyone else to feel this pain. Or wish that their parents would have let me slip away in my sleep during my coma.
Please Webstral... let your child know how much you love them. Because changing a horrid smelling diaper, can be the most amazing and wondrous experience when you have lost that ability.
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Fuck being a hero. Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothing! You get shot at. You get a little pat on the back, blah blah blah, attaboy! You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, your kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy. I do this because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it. There's not, so I'm doing it.
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