In the end.

Dear Jason, Today my greatest fears have come true. Today your mother and i split up. This hurts me in a way that i have never been hurt before…. i am in so much pain, so I may ramble a bit, and this letter may be hard to understand at times but i am going to try and explain what has happened these last few months. In October of last year i found out your mother had been having an affair with her old boss. the affair lasted a month after i found out… with your mother repeatedly assuring me that it was over. In November we sent you to stay with your grandmother in Florida, to sort of… separate you from the hostility in the house. Then shortly after you left I found out she was still seeing hr old boss. I found out at 3am… and by 3:30 i was in my truck on my way to Florida to be with you. I spent about 4 days in Florida… the day after your mothers birthday she told me that she had made a mistake, she said that she wanted us to work things out… she wanted me to come home. so I did. It;s important that you know something… before i found out your mother had been cheating, we had never had a fight. Not one argument… things were peachy. once i got home the fighting began, we had some couples counseling… and that seemed to help for awhile, but deep down i had a lingering feeling that she was still seeing someone. There were some odd...
today is a new day.

today is a new day.

Dear Jason, Over the course of your life you will develop passions for ideas, philosophies, memories, or for certain material possessions. You may find that over time those passions will begin to fade. You may find that your passion has turned into a routine, that you don’t actually care about them anymore… you have just developed a habit. A habit that is difficult to break. You do not have much time in this world, we all die suddenly. Embrace your ideas. Make them a part of you, but tread cautiously… because if you are not careful you may become them. They may turn you into a person that you never thought you could be. I have often pondered the meaning of life. Why are we here? What is the purpose of our short, rather insignificant lives? After many late nights of introspective contemplation… this is the closest thing to an answer i can come up with. Live your life so that you may make at least one other person truly happy. If everyone were to live this way, there would be peace. With Love, your...