i’m not sure where to start or even how to start so i am just going to start writing. start talking. i’m almost fifty-seven years old. poor. no assets aside from a beautiful daughter and a beautiful wife who has caused me both elation and frustration over the more than twenty years that i have known her. it’s a testament to our love and our humanity that we are still together. most people would have bailed long ago but we both know that “bailing” not only hurts each other but it also causes unnecessary stress and trauma on our kids. not exactly the same as having your mom or dad die but it is not so different. one day you have two parents and the next day you have one. kids are resilient but they are not without emotions. not without feelings. not without love.
my dad died, suddenly, one night when i was ten. he was thirty-six. he collapsed on the gym floor at a public school in north york while coaching a soccer team filled with seven year olds. my brother was on the team but he didn’t go to that particular practice as he had a birthday party to go to. i normally went and helped out but because my brother didn’t go my dad didn’t want to come all the way home to unionville to pick me up. he went straight to the gym after work. we never saw him again. he died from a brain hemorrhage.
february 17, 1978.
divorce.
death.
kids left behind.
the trauma that many kids experience is sad and upsetting.
but as many people tell you.
as many people tell us.
LIFE GOES ON.
notanotherphony. 