When I was eight years old, my brother left us, and over the years that followed it seemed that my family had gone with him. Today, I know I was wrong.
When I was eighteen, I married a girl, and looked forward to the years we would spend together. Today, I see that I don’t deserve her, and hope that she can still remember how I was back then.
When I was twenty-eight, my life was on track. I had a wife, two kids, a house, a job, and still it wasn’t enough. Today, I should have known that it was.
When I was thirty-eight, I took my family to a new place, one they knew nothing about, but one which seemed good to me. Today, I see this place is not so different than the one we left behind.
And today, at forty-eight years old, almost certainly past the halfway point of this short race we call life, another chapter begins. With some luck, and love, and hard work, I’ll see you all at fifty-eight.
Hopefully, I’ll still have a few things to say.
We can depend on that, me boy!
…a belated Happy Birthday, Kip-you probably didn’t get my ecard.
Well I am happy that you moved here! Who else’s hangers would I have to organize 🙂