My tools

I've been to the other side more times than I can count, and maybe – just maybe – this time I'll stick around for good. I recall the good old days, the golden age that feels like a lifetime ago. My kids, however, were born in a different era, so their "golden age" came much later than mine. Those kids grew up, had kids of their own, and now they're all gone, resting in peace. It's tough being a parent. It's not supposed to be the other way around. Watching your children and grandchildren leave before you feels wrong. Yet, here I am, still standing. I won't give in. There's still so much to experience, so much love to share. I owe it to myself, and to those I've lost, to make the most of the time I have left.