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I am going through a transitional period in my life right now. My daughter is weeks away from leaving for college, and I've never been without her. I'm probably closer to my little girl than a lot of fathers for one simple reason: I've raised her on my own since she was 2. Her mother decided she didn't want to be married or be responsible for kids, so she took off for another life and left me "holding the bag." What she didn't realize until later was that the bag was full of the best thing life has to offer...children. When my kids were little, we did kid things together...going to the park, watching Barney, swimming, The Rugrats Movie, etc. Now we do adult things together, and when my Shelbi leaves for college, I'm not just losing my daughter, I'm losing one of my best friends. I know it has to be, but I'm not looking forward to it. I think she's excited about college, but she's also nervous, as all kids are. I don't know how all of us here at the house will handle being without Shelbi, but it won't be easy for anyone, including our pets. We have a dog and a cat, and they both love Shelbi, who loves animals as much as anyone I know. Conan and I will probably spend hours each night howling for her to come back.
Anyone out there who has gone through this and has suggestions for coping, I'm all ears. I'd love to read your comments. Thanks, and I'll see you soon.
Jim
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That was one of the coolest things I've ever received. I still remember the race horse who could throw a rocket with either hand, jump out of the gym, or catch any pass thrown his way. Even though he went astray at times, he always had a good heart and was a good man. And I value his friendship. Thanks for the great story, my friend. We need to get together sometime and catch up. Take care, Tim.
Your Buddy,
Trigger
Tim (Stewart) Onstott says...
You remind me of a precious war horse I used to know. He could pull a plow from sunrise to sunset, but couldn't run a lick. This old horse was paired up with a sleek, fast race horse early in his life, and while they worked well together for awhile, the race horse soon got bored and moved into the fast lane. The strong plow horse continued to plod along at a firm, steady pace. Meanwhile the thorobred ran hard. He tried staying in the barn for a few years, but the influence of the odds makers and other seedy characters got him back on the track again. The two met up one time and promised to keep in touch, but the race horse was enjoying his second wind way too much and just lost focus. For the race horse, the pace has slowed to a mere walk, and he is now back in the barn realizing that the speed of the journey isn't near as important as the lives he touched (or missed) along the way. He enjoys watching his 4 colts and 1 filly run and play, and he prays that they choose the plow rather than whip. The plow horse however, has plodded along at his determined strong pace and is reaping the benefits of the strong foundation wrought from deep furrows he has dug. I suppose you could say they have gotten to pretty much the same point although through much different routes. The plow horse, direct strong and steady -albeit with one detour via California, and the race horse, running wild from one track to the next, have both found their peace in home and kids and loving wives. I am glad you are there, Trigger, and I am glad I found my old friend again.