Blog life comes and goes. There are days when I can’t get enough of looking, reading, learning, meeting new bloggers… Sharing the thoughts I have with the unknown world. Sharing thoughts I have with others that may be going through similar situations or experiences.
Then there are days that I am full. Days that my “regular” life is happy. Days that I don’t need to share because I can share with loved ones personally.
There is a happy medium that I must find. That we all must find. Where is this medium?
Life on March 13, 2015 is one of ups and downs. Refer to the post about this being the first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, first New Years Eve without my ex-wife. Well, as some of you may recall, I am an educator. Being an educator means I have spring break off from work. This is my first spring break without my ex-wife.
A blessing and a curse. I only left town for a few days with my father to attempt a 3-day golf excursion with my uncle (father’s brother). It snowed. It rained, it froze. Golf was not played. But what was played were the memories shared between two 70-ish something brothers. One fought in the Korean War and then raised a family by working for a major oil company. The other was a First Lieutenant going off to Vietnam in 1968 but was miraculously called to Germany for the duration of the war. He then came back and raised a family by working for a different major oil company. Both men are modern day warriors. Both men are Heroes. Both men are role models of the last of the Great Generation. They believe in God… They believe in what is fundamentally right… They believe in conservative values… They believe in helping those that can not help themselves… They both believe in love. They believe in integrity.
I followed behind them most of the trip. I took pictures from the background. These two fine gentleman sharing their stories, drinking Bourbon and wine, eating fine food, and enjoying the life they have created.
Each one has experienced tragedy. Each man has lived. Each man passes their knowledge to a 44 year old educator who struggles to follow in their footsteps. I try and pick up any morsel of wisdom that drops from their lips. It comes in the image of a joke, a thought, a statement, or a question.
I will remember Spring Break of 2015 for the rest of my life. I walked with giants.
God give me strength to become at least half of the man these two brothers are before I lay my head down for the final time.