Hi all, it’s been some time since I put pen to paper, but as I alluded to you before, doing this sort of thing is not easy for me. Coupled with my horrendous work schedule, the motivation was just not there.
However, last night was a very momentous occasion in my life, and I wanted to share it with anyone who would listen. Also, by doing this it might help me in some way going forward.
I Spoke To My Youngest Son For The First Time In Two And Half Years.
As most you know, I am in my second and final marriage. I must also add Radmila is the best wife I have ever had (I am often reminded). I digress. My first marriage yielded two beautiful sons for whom I am truly thankful.
For you to fully grasp the significance of this post I have to paint you a picture of my eldest son, and it may seem to you I am being immodest, but please bear with me because in this case I am not.
- He is, and always has been a b+ student
- He is currently in his second year at Ryerson University studying Aero Space Engineering. (Did not get that from me I can assure you)
- He is equally loyal and protective of his Mother, Radmila and Myself. It’s tough at times on him but still manages without offending any one of us.
- Any time we’ve had to visit his school, the superlatives never stopped. At times too good to be true.
- Kids love to be around him
- He is a part of a National Youth Group that meets twice yearly in different parts on Canada.
You get the picture.