Blaze

I am furious. 

I worked for 20 years to make a good life for the family.  All those moments I missed with the girls growing up, so that I could secure their future. All those hours I worked, so that I could pay off the mortgage. All that time I put into...

Hey, you know what? 

I have made a good life for the family. The girls will soon be at college, and I despite all the obstacles thrown in my way, it looks like they will finish school without having to move.  How lucky I was, after all, to grow up poor. I knew how to cut back, make do, and I have got through the worst of the recession without having to sell the house or forgo the private education. I have got them on the right track towards the futures they think they want at the moment, and they are doing pretty well, all things considered. 

Sure I've missed some moments, but I have a good relationship with the girls.  We're close, the love is there, strong and pure. They are good people - I am proud of them. Maybe they will make it through ok. 

I've lost myself in all of this - but I reckon I can find myself again.  I was so full of energy and ideas, there was so much life in me. Perhaps that's still there, like the sun behind the clouds, like the moon below the horizon. 

Maybe I haven't done such a bad job after all.