It's impossible to believe it's been 24 years.
24 years to the day when I had to tell my sons,
then 4 and 10,
that their father was dead, at the age of 39,
from a heart attack.
There were days I wasn't sure the boys would survive 24 minutes
living with that reality;
we'd be lucky to get through the next 24 hours...
and now it's been years.
Losing a parent at that age
is a life changer.
We're not the same people we were then.
Tom, we might have gotten some things wrong,
but the boys
are the best things we ever did.
Death ends a life;
not a relationship.
Ah, when to the heart of man
was it ever less than a treason
to go with the drift of things,
to yield with a grace to reason,
and bow and accept the end
of a love or a season.