Letters To My Children


While the writings found here may not be as numerous as other categories of writing that I have done, and while in a very big way, all of this blog is for you, these particular writings were done specifically with you in mind. I don’t plan on leaving you alone anytime soon, but when the time of my passing comes, I hope that are last times together were good and that you knew you were fiercly loved by me. I hope you come to this site as a way to visit with Dad. I hope you can hear my voice when you read any of my little offerings.

I started this blog when G. was 12, I. was 9, M. was 6, and W. was 2. My more spiritual leaning blog, Life In The Question Marks, began a year prior to this one. As you’ve grown, so have I, and hopefully you can see that in my writing: the ups and downs and the gradual movement “upward” trying to become a better version of myself. At least, that is what I have striven to do – mistakes, bumps, bruises and all.

No matter what, never forget that I will always be a part of you. Not only is my DNA a part of your genetic coding, but you also possess the memories: the talks and experiences we shared, both good and bad (hopefully more good than bad), the hugs and “I love you”s, the kisses on your forehead. All of that and more. In that respect, I will always be with you, until the end of your days.

G, I, M and W: I love you. So very much.

I have loved you with everything I have.

Never stop growing. Never stop learning. Face your challenges and overcome them. Get up when you fall down. Apologize and make amends where you can. Own your mistakes, learn the lesson and move on. Never let your heart grow cold and thereby lose the wonder and awe of all that life has to offer you. Smile often. Love as much as you can. Fearlessly. Love and be loved. Be a vigilant guardian of your Time, as well as a generous philanthropist with it; seek the wisdom to know when to fill each role.

Live. In the name of all that is Good and Holy: LIVE!

G, I, M and W – I can’t say it enough – I love you.

Yours Always,


To My Children: About Happiness

To My Children: Falling Short