When they were little and I was a young father, I had this magic to turn their cry into a smile by blowing air with my mouth at the place where they were hurting. Now they are adults, I am an older dad and I have lost that touch. Now, instead of smile, I manage to bring tears in their eyes and hurt their feelings, that too on a Father’s day. I am heart broken on this day, but how do I explain how much I love them!
posted by Red River at 5:42 PM
A middle aged professional without a mid-life crisis (yet). Completed a few marathon runs, rode bicycle from Houston to Austin, played soccer after 40, did sky diving (tandem) on October 21, 2005, climbed Mount Kilimanjuaro on Oct 9, 2008, visited Antarctica in Dec 2010. Written a few books - technical and non-technical. Returned home to Houston on June 1, 2011 after a 2-year assignment in Africa (Luanda, Angola). No more Luanda HASH run through the slums of Luanda or a weekend run to Pointe Final in Ilha. Spent almost a year in Bogota, Colombia as an expat again, returning home at the end of May 2015. Now I am fighting Houston traffic every morning once again. Life in the big city!
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