I just got off the phone with my Dad...it's always so great to talk to my parents. All I can say is, God must have let me pick my parents before he sent me down to this Earth...I have some of the most incredible parents on the planet.
There are those whose parents didn't treat them well...whose parents weren't there for them when they needed to be...whose parents valued their own careers and desires and lives over their children. We all know people like that. It's always left me incredibly saddened that these people can't know the kind of incredible relationship with their parents that I have with mine.
When I was growing up, they were always there. They never had a great deal to give, but they always gave as much as they could of all of their resources to me and Misty, my sister. Right now, I'm in the middle of a divorce, and it's been one of the lowest points of my life. But my parents have been there, comforting me, reasoning with me, helping and supporting and loving me in all the way that they possibly can, financially, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually. I am well and truly blessed to be their son.
I love you so much, Mom and Dad...thank you for everything you've done for me. I will miss you both when you're gone, and rejoice when I rejoin you. I hope that when we're together in Heaven, God will let us play golf together every day. (I bet He builds some great courses...)
