Time

I’m thinking tonight of the first play I was in, my first step into claiming my own space. “Da”, a father/son story. In my early 20s, I had only my relationship with my father from which to pull, and I enjoyed mining that territory. I needed to mine it. It was my time to live for me.

So much has changed.

I ache for time to slow.

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1 Comment

  1. That time seems like so long ago. Our life together was just getting started. I remember flying your father out to surprise you so that he could feel as proud of you as I was for having the courage to follow your dreams.

    You are an amazing friend, husband, and father. I love you.

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