HOOK’S NOTE: Time for an interlude dedicated to my maker.
The road has been far from smooth… The journey far from uneventful.
The rain fell all too often, and shelter wasn’t always available. But you persevered and your example proved illuminating in my darkest days. I am the sum of many parts; the two women who raised me, the creators of my true love and of course, my soul mate. Together you’ve all shown me what it means to be a man, son, father and husband.
As my journey began, I longed for nothing; the staples of childhood – toys, “funny books”, etc – were always there. As was love.
More than most will ever know.
You were far from perfect, but that only served as an example of how fragile we all really are. I will never forget the day you brought a little boy two hours from his home and delivered him unto the Promised Land: the place where all his dream came to life in full-color.
You’ve worn many hats and gone by many names..
- To some, you were a punching bag.
- Others saw you as a source of income.
- Grandma called you “Gypsy”.
- I always called you “friend” and… Mom.