My son turned 27 yesterday. The last I time I saw him I believe he was 15 or 16. Before that he was 2. Needless to say our relationship when he was a teen was less than close. I just didn't know or understand him nor did I have the patience. Regrets? In spades. Sure his mother was controlling and didn't allow him to visit until I nearly died back in 96 but still....
My dad's birthday is coming up the end of March and I really wish I could be there with the family to celebrate, but the timing just isn't right. I don't have peace leaving at this point and I have many projects to develop and bring online and update.
Enough for now. Time to break out my guitar and play some blues. At least I have something to say when I play tonight.
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My son will be 26 next month. Time flies. I can relate to the regrets, but life's complicated isn't it?
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