In the pit of my stomach I can feel anxiety tremble and it echoes at my finger tips…I force myself not to look at them, and instead focus on the words on the page…I find some calmness there and relax in its narrative, and share the letters they have written.  Sons tell the stories of their father through the memories of their dads passions…through their youth understand him to be defined by what he does, where he takes them and the adventures they share…and then as men and fathers themselves, by what he says to them and the ones they love.  Fathers…I have come to understand…struggle their whole lives trying to make good sons, and sons struggle their whole lives with their fathers intent.  I read aloud.  Their accounts take form and weave a wonderful story of their fathers life well lived and reveal a good father who left in his sons all the best parts of him…and having known him myself and understood his regrets…feel his presence find peace in the love and respect of their words.  Their letters end…sons say goodbye and miss their father…and the father rests – proud of his sons.

EJ-2013

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Lawrence Lewis
“I hope I am remembered by my children as a good father.” Orson Scott Card

About Lawrence Lewis

I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂