Sadie and Rowan two years ago with a statue of
Carolina football great, Charlie "Choo-Choo" Justice in the background
There is no crisis to this. Just accepting.
Suddenly, those my age are responsible, in charge, making decisions for those behind us.
The achievements not made weigh heavy.
The dreams not fulfilled are like so many ghosts.
The people gone are an unwelcome silence.
But, there is time, at 45. There is still time.
Maybe, just maybe, we can change the world for the children.
Spending time with them. Loving them. Voting and spending and striving not for ourselves, so much, but for them, now.
This thought is not heavy at all. It is more like a butterfly in a rainforest, glad to be home, looking to tomorrows, days of light and hope. After all.
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