Sunday, May 26, 2019
Memorial Day weekend in the United States is my favorite weekend of the year.
It's not the Monaco Grand Prix.
It's not the Indianapolis500.
It's not the Coke 600.
It's the sacrifice of those that served, who gave their all.
And for my father in law, who is battling, it may be his last to honor those that he served with.
For those that served, have served, and are serving, the people of the free world, gratefully, thank you.
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Happy birthday Chickybabe.
Today, my eldest daughter, turns 30.
When I was 30, I was already separated, on the cusp of divorce, with two daughters I cared for more than...well, more than my own relationships and career. I had already won two sailing titles and the third would come the following year, but it was the girls that were my greatest achievement.
I had also isolated one of my parents from my daughters when they were unable to follow through on the manner in which their mother and I had wanted the girls to be brought up. I would later isolate the other parent, my Father, however, he would see the error of his ways and that would be repaired.
As expected, my Father was a better man than me. I have been isolated from the girls and it has not been repaired.
I taught my daughters not to allow evil in to their lives, and to keep it at bay. I never envisaged that I would be the evil they keep at bay. But, unlike where I made my own choice, their choice has been influenced by their mother, and their grandmother. Two people whom were unable to follow through in the manner in which their mother and I wanted the girls to be brought up. Being a little over 7000 miles away and unable to counter any, and all, evils by these people, I was always playing from behind.
With no voice to counter them, the girls unknowingly succumbed to their evil.
It is too late for my girls.
The days are long and the years go by fast.
My eldest is 30 today. I have been out of her life more than I have been in it.
Happy birthday Chickybabe. I never left you.