A simple question. One that people search their whole life to answer. Tonight I sit back and wonder about that question for a person who gave birth to me. Someone I haven’t really known for 20 years. I go about my days and don’t give much thought to it…most days. Tonight, it’s hit me differently for some reason. I have one Facebook picture and some status updates to unpack the mystery. In the end though, it’s still a mystery.
As I looked at my children tucked in, sleeping peacefully, I wondered how a parent could ever drift into such disconnect. The last question I ever want my kids to ask is, who are you? I cherish every minute…every day…every precious memory. I will never leave them wondering what happened to Dad. I will never leave them with a lingering thought of “who is he?”
It's A Digital World 