I miss them dearly. I would give anything, just to get a glimpse of their images. Sadly my request has been denied. I guess that’s how new age mom’s take revenge on the dad’s. It’s OK. My Dad used to say, you can’t create a clapping sound by waving one hand. Only a pair of hands can make a clapping sound. His point being, fights are not just caused by one person or their character flaws. There is always more to it than that.
Perhaps I will never meet my children or maybe I will when they are too old. I can imagine the song “Cats in the cradle” playing in my head as we break into chat
Everything Is Meaningless
“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”
What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north;
round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from, there they return again.
All things are wearisome, more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come
will not be remembered by those who follow them.
As much as it is depressing I always see a ray of light at the end o the tunnel
“Do not be afraid, because I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called you by name; you are mine." Isaiah 43:1 God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; 1 Corinthians 1:27-28 You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. Ps 56:8