My blogging has stalled of late and I miss putting finger to keyboard. Not as romantic as pen to paper but you get the gist. I decided to go back in time and see where it all began. On the 9th April 2012, I wrote about Keelan and his premature death. I figured out that maybe I'm a little better nowadays as there was no tears this time. I still love him fondly and hope to meet his child one day and tell him what a special guy his dad was and maybe see a little of Keelan looking back at me.
My realisations today surround the fact that you expect genes to be passed on but am surprised when they seemingly aren't. In reality, maybe its just that you can't see yourself in that light yet and that how you see your offspring is how others see you! I'd be happy with that. Was I like my Dad, are my sons like me? I hope so. My dad was awesome. He's with Mum (and Keelan now I suppose).
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