Sunday, May 11, 2008

You speak of much heavier things than I remember. Maybe it's because I finally started to listen. I want you to know that I'm frustrated with you. No matter how hard we all try, we can't make you think of yourself because you're way too busy thinking of others. Even now, you tell me that the doctors gave you two years to live, and one of those years is spent. It used to bother me that you gave up your vision, but now I see that all you've done is focus it. You just need to sort out a few more things. Just a few more things to get done. Your energy is down to about 10%... and you'll spend every bit of it on your family.

We're all stressed out at how stubborn you are. We see you struggle, and want you to relax. But you're a man with a mission. Your body isn't helping much anymore, but it's your mission, and your body, and nobody can take that from you... and besides, you believe in so much more than what meets the eye.

I used to be frustrated with you, but one day, I hope I am the same.

"You need to take it easy, you don't have much life left in you."
"You don't understand, I can't rest now... I only have a little more to give."

Love resounds through the generations, at the same time, it starts fresh every time. You tell me that your addiction was the best thing that happened to you... you only lost 45 years, and after that, what you knew was priceless. I understand that now. What makes a man a man? I can't even get close to pin pointing that answer, but I know that it is some sort of integration of love and responsibility. That lesson always comes at a price. He paid it. He faced his demons.

Some things can't be passed down, only modeled.
I pray that this is never lost.

He was able to help my dad discover this for himself. Tim, I wish he was here to help you discover it for yourself. You're on the right track, and closer than you know. The fight ahead of you, is the most important battle you face... we couldn't be more proud of you. The generations echo that truth more than we your brothers could ever articulate.

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