I Won't Be Here

Kim and I both had a teary moment as we chatted yesterday.  We were talking about how much of a genius our Nolan is and how we're assuming he'll become an engineer of some sort when he grows up.  I said that it was so sad that I won't live long enough to see that because, if I'm lucky, I probably only have about 10 years left.  It's true.  It's a fact of life and there's no getting around it.

I wasn't teary because I'll die one day but because I'd love to see what kind of men my little Nolan and Nash become and I know I probably won't live that long.  Again, it's a fact of life.

I try not to dwell on how little time I have left and, instead, feel gratitude that I've lived as long as I have.  I've had such wonderful experiences in my lifetime, some sorrow, but a whole heck of a lot of fun.  It's a good thing to enjoy the moment!

Back to Nolan.  He'll be 6 years old on Friday and he's a Lego aficionado supreme.  He can't read yet but he'll study the pictures of Lego projects and be able to follow them...he also remembers how many pieces he has of any one piece.  I think he has inherited his Grampa Dennis' skill.  Dennis would have adored this kid and taught him so much.

When I pass on to that garden in the sky, I feel confident that Nash and Nolan will be left in the good hands of his parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts.  I'm satisfied with that.