A FEW years have passed since putting my heart on my sleeve with a letter to the ZO, ‘Heal yourself to enable you to heal them’, and it was great getting into shape and doing some home enterprise.
But I find myself at the end of my tether again.
I thank the Lord I’ve realised before it’s too late that where there is breath, there is hope.
‘Life’ is not what I’ve been experiencing.
It’s taken almost four years and we’re back to square one.
I have to pick myself up, dust myself off and begin again.
So, to my darling three sons to whom I have given all my love, hope, attention and care, often to my detriment, pick yourself up, dust yourself off and begin again.
I can’t do it for you any longer.
You are healthy, but wealth and wisdom come from hard work – YOUR’S, not mine.
I’ve given you all I have to give, now it’s my time – mine and dad’s.
After 35 years he has to settle with what’s left of me, round also is a shape.
I have fewer years ahead than I have lived, and realising that without me you actually should not perish… but if indeed you do, Lord forbid, then it’s your own doing.
You have to live your life and I refuse to carry the burden of your selfish, stupid decisions any longer.
I can and will begin again and so can you.
This does not diminish the love I have for you, this just means I’m going to focus my love and attention on the person who deserves it most, my life partner …. your dad.
