Some men are just empty suits looking for an easier route. You got the raw end of the biological lottery, Carole, but won in the end. You didn't just survive his absence, you outlived his ghost. That’s the only poem that matters here. Keep writing the blood out.
Thanks Carole. I had a very solid Dad. He managed spy networks across Western Europe for 37 years. He and my Mom were private people. Never saw a wedding photo. He was an interrogator and a high level poker player. He would say, “It’s all about how you play the hand you’re dealt.”
I get it.... my grandparents saved me.
Some men are just empty suits looking for an easier route. You got the raw end of the biological lottery, Carole, but won in the end. You didn't just survive his absence, you outlived his ghost. That’s the only poem that matters here. Keep writing the blood out.
Thanks, Joe. It does come down to luck in the parental lottery!
Thanks Carole. I had a very solid Dad. He managed spy networks across Western Europe for 37 years. He and my Mom were private people. Never saw a wedding photo. He was an interrogator and a high level poker player. He would say, “It’s all about how you play the hand you’re dealt.”
You’re right. I still had a couple of aces.
This is heavy…. ❤️
Just being honest.
And that’s all we need! Thank you!