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These are days

These are days that I want you to remember my sweet boys. Even if you don't understand it all completely, I'd just love for you to remember...or at least recall with fondness these days we are living right now.

If you read this some day Aiden and Seamus, know that I started this all for you. This writing and this admittedly pedestrian 'soul searching'. But at it's core, it's to help you remember me.

When he left me, it was all I could do to try and remember the instances...the treasures of memories I know were in this head of mine. Closing my eyes tight and trying to 'squeeze' my brain to uncover them just doesn't seem to work any longer although the indelible ones remain: When he held me in desperate fear as I couldn't help myself form crying as my brother left the house...never to 'truly' be seen again. When he came home from Amsterdam, exhausted from his business trip, with a toy motorcycle. When he brought me to buy my first bike. But I can't crack through any more walled synapses to seek more memories. They are fleeting. I have nothing to help spark memories. And so I write this all for you.

These are days. I am struggling and coping and pushing as hard as I ever have. This new job has me thinking like a twenty something again. Like I used to think when I "created." I refuse to yield to anything but joy and self discipline on my bike as each season of the changing leaves seems to speed up year after year. I want to be faster. More fluid. More inspiring to guys like me. Balancing all this while trying to be the husband to my wife I know I can she inspires me to do all of this while grounding me with her smile that I am doing right by us. I pray I am doing right by her for what she needs as she evolves. We are all growing.

These are days that I wish for you to remember, boys. I have no desires or expectations in for grace and pride in who you are and what we are building as a family. Well, I do have an expectation then. That you re-instill this passion for life in the family that you create. That every day is something unique...and if you can't see that or believe it, then you're not making it unique. And that you are gifted with knowledge in realizing this...and course correcting to make it so.

These are...days.

Reader Comments (9)

dang brother, i feel like you are reading my mind. i dig your energy and outlook on life.

September 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterSven

You are a good man GK. Way to lay it out there, as usual.

September 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterElgee

you are a true inspiration.


September 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterV

This is why I walk with you. I just love you.

September 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAK

Great writing....and definitely sparks some deep values. Life, marriage, family...etc....with the struggles mentioned above, they can easily be tamed and conquered if you put God (Christ) as your lighthouse, First. Keep up the great stuff, these are "the days".

September 3, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterbuttercup

speechless. Thats all I have.

September 3, 2009 | Unregistered Commenter100 pounds ago

Nicely done. My father passed a few years ago in a very similar manner. Now, our family is rallying around my 8 year old son who is fighting a tremendous battle against Leukemia. Great writing. Please keep it up.

September 3, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterPBO

Make sure your son, PBO, knows that I am thinking about him. Hard. This boy hasn't lived long enough to make 'real' choices...choices that could have degraded his life as he grows older like smoking...boozing...all the usual nonsense. But he has one choice right now he can control: to fight or not fight. I'm so happy to hear he is thrashing back.

My prayers, PBO.

September 3, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterGreg

These ARE the "good 'ol days". They are destined to be referred to in the past tense, but they are right now, in the present. I have two young boys and a family that seems as rooted in eachother as yours. Why do we want anything more? I read your piece on your father. I am blessed enough to have all of my siblings and parents, but I felt as though it was me and my father as I read your post. Truly inspirational. Thanks.

September 3, 2009 | Unregistered Commentertc

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