By the grace of God, had someone else not been aware, my life would have ended.
...and my children would never know.
This is the second but different brush I have had
...and I am grateful for my children who did not have to endure "another parent" sucumbing.
#healing
It has been a couple of years but I am back in Chesterfield Inlet for Christmas.
We often don't choose the place we are, sometimes the place chooses us. The antipodal point to my homeland, is not that bad.
Merry Christmas Chickybabes.
Eighteen years.
Gone.
It has been a lifetime since I saw my children - eighteen years today since I both saw them together. I was lucky enough - if you can call it that - to see the eldest child once more after that event.
I may not recognize either child if I saw them in the street.
A counterpart - in Michigan, has just completed 3000 days without seeing his children. The actions taken by the mother of his children are similar to those I experienced - who teaches these women these similarities?
Their mothers of course.
Shame on me though - the red flags were there before we had children, before we were married.
I thought I was strong enough to break this generational curse. I was wrong. If I had to guess I would say that my youngest has followed the same path - and we're now another generation along.
I hope that eighteen years don't vanish for either for my daughters.
Two years of research
Hundreds of emails.
Over fifety interviews of collaboration.
Months of writing.
It is done.
Made the Los Angeles Voyage magazine.
With thanks to "Chip" - another first fan, who suggested they talk to me.
#grateful
In September last year, I had a blog entry titled "why am I not writing?"
I spoke of the professional work I am doing.
That professional work gets to debut next month at the World Association for Disaster and Emergency Medicine.
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