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I will go to my death bed knowing I was a very good father. I remarried a woman in 2017. ...
THAT'S the kind of shit that gives life meaning.
I remember when my mom was in the old folks high rise. I would visit and talk to her and her friends.
They sat around and talked about their grandchildren, their legacies.
I never heard one of hte say jack shit about the jobs they used to have. Discussions, hell STATUS in their little community was all based on the stories they had of their grandchildren.
My mom, with only two kids, was kind of... low on that totem pole. BUT, me and my wife, we had our kids fairly late so, my moms, grandchild was still a baby and we brought her to visit.
My mom went from low man to rock star, when we did that. I recall one visit, where she was sitting at this table in the community room, having coffee with her friends, sitting in the center of the table with a woman that had 67 descendants.
It was a great time. For everyone involved. The old folks loved our visits. My mom loved them. My child, loved the attention. I loved making my mom so happy.