Letter to my sons 10 years from now
This is how I remember you. I am sure it is how I'll always remember you. When I'm old, when I can not remember much else, when the world seems bleak or when the end of my life nears, I know I still remember "those" days. You were so young, fresh to the world. A million dreams before you. (video montage) Those days, they flew by. Faster than I ever dreamed possible. And now, the days continue to fleet by. I try to slow down, slow time down yet it only seems to disappear faster. You both have grown so much. Young boys to young men. 11 and 13. So close to 12 and 14. I seem so lost. In "those" days, those young days, I felt like I knew what I was doing. Time proved me wrong. Some days we sailed through with laughter, other days the three of us ended it in tears. Not much has changed in that respect. Except I realize I have no idea what I was doing then, nor do I have any idea now. I try though. I fail a lot, yet some days I feel like I m