Protected: 25 years
Protected: Y qué pasó con los sueños?
Protected: Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Protected: Any port in a storm
Protected: The ones who left and the ones who stayed behind
Protected: Year 24 and beyond
Protected: Inflection points
Dad, 2018
Can't believe it's already been 15 years... I still have that day etched in my memory and I'm starting to be ok with it... I'm starting to understand what happened. I can't accept that your demons took you away from me (even though we were never really close or together) and I was too proud to reach out when (unknown to me) it really mattered. I don't think that'll ever go away and I'm starting to fully come to term with it.
Look what I found... pictures of you in high school... in California.
But really, president of the French club? And Spanish?
I've learned over the years how hard it is to live on your terms but how essential it is to do so.