In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”
I thought about what it would be like to go back and tell myself in 2011 all that was about to happen.
My concern, as insane as it was, was that maybe by accepting it, I was pushing him towards a future that wasn’t his. I was convinced of it.
When it comes to making yourself a better person, the only expiration is the day you die.
I’ve made a lot of changes since that day in 2012 but it didn’t happen overnight…
I wanted to write some of them down here so I have them. And, in case I’m not around one day, she does too.