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I just wanted to tell everyone who commented on my page so far Hello, and thanks for the kind words.Kahat, Star and Kevin, it's nice to meet you. It takes a while for me to get comments and respond to them, but I will answer them as quickly as I can.
So, as most of you know, I have a son, Aaron Jacob. All who read Mara's LJ are quite familiar with this little character. He is an exceptional person, with exceptional abilities. He has an old soul, and he's my little witch.
I bring this up because my mom made the long trek down here with the little guy. One of the hardest things about being where I am is being away from Aaron. In the beginning I was housed right by my family, and saw them every weekend. Then the powers that be moved me down into the wasteland of California. Now I'm about 5-1/2 hours away. Needless to say it was a difficult time for all involved, and to make matters worse my wife decided a normal life with a good job wasn't fun, so she ran off with a scumbag and got hooked on drugs. But I could go on about that all night, besides I'm sure most already know this.
So this last weekend I got to see the little guy, which was great. He went on for hours about Pokemon, and I mean HOURS. He knows every one of them, I had to tell him "There is more to life than Pokemon....there's Star Wars!" That's why I'm here, for those pearls of fatherly wisdom.
At one point he told me "I want to be just like you, except for the going to prison thing." It was cute and funny, all at the same time. It warmed my heart to get to see him for two days, even if I did have to take a crash course in Pokemon.
This was originally written by Adam in Feb. 2008...not long after my dad / his grandfather died, and maybe days before he found out his own dad / my ex husband) died. It was a difficult and emotional time for both of us, in addition to my dealing with some serious issues of my own. Somehow I missed updating Adam's journal with this entry, along with the two eulogies he wrote for his dad and his grandpa. Those I purposely drug my feet on...just because what he wrote hurt too much (maybe you'll see why). It's taken me until now to enter them into his journal.
So, as most of you know, I have a son, Aaron Jacob. All who read Mara's LJ are quite familiar with this little character. He is an exceptional person, with exceptional abilities. He has an old soul, and he's my little witch.
I bring this up because my mom made the long trek down here with the little guy. One of the hardest things about being where I am is being away from Aaron. In the beginning I was housed right by my family, and saw them every weekend. Then the powers that be moved me down into the wasteland of California. Now I'm about 5-1/2 hours away. Needless to say it was a difficult time for all involved, and to make matters worse my wife decided a normal life with a good job wasn't fun, so she ran off with a scumbag and got hooked on drugs. But I could go on about that all night, besides I'm sure most already know this.
So this last weekend I got to see the little guy, which was great. He went on for hours about Pokemon, and I mean HOURS. He knows every one of them, I had to tell him "There is more to life than Pokemon....there's Star Wars!" That's why I'm here, for those pearls of fatherly wisdom.
At one point he told me "I want to be just like you, except for the going to prison thing." It was cute and funny, all at the same time. It warmed my heart to get to see him for two days, even if I did have to take a crash course in Pokemon.
This was originally written by Adam in Feb. 2008...not long after my dad / his grandfather died, and maybe days before he found out his own dad / my ex husband) died. It was a difficult and emotional time for both of us, in addition to my dealing with some serious issues of my own. Somehow I missed updating Adam's journal with this entry, along with the two eulogies he wrote for his dad and his grandpa. Those I purposely drug my feet on...just because what he wrote hurt too much (maybe you'll see why). It's taken me until now to enter them into his journal.
