CONTINUED Remember Me

I’m thirteen years old, sitting under a tree  along the side of the fairway on Utica’s  Valley View golf course,  thinking of everything I’ll do in life, now that I’m a man.   The sky is a blazing splash of blue, with a few white puffy October clouds blowing across to the horizon.  Someday, I’m sure I’ll fly up there among the clouds. 

 I’m sixteen years old and walking along Genesee Street on Saturday night with a real girl on our way to the movies.  She has the smell of perfume and the wind and the rain in her hair.  I’m the happiest teen alive. 

 I’m twenty two years old and standing at the altar in a church as the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met comes down the aisle.  I will cherish her.  Regrettably, I will sometimes make her cry.  I will always love her.  She is my life.

 I’m 23 years old and I’m looking at my first born, a son, my pride and my occasional challenge.   And then  I’m 25 years old at the birth of  the second most beautiful woman in the world, my daughter, who might someday be displaced in that role by her two daughters.  You could not have convinced me that children were that important before I became a father.  You cannot convince me otherwise today.

 I remember standing at the side of each of my children as they were married.  On each of their wedding days, I was the most dazed of the guests.  I can’t believe what I started. 

 Then,  too quickly it seems, I’m sitting here at the keyboard, older now, but happy for the way my life has played out.  I can’t see what’s up ahead on the highway, but I can see where I’ve been, where I came from.  I know who I am when I remember me.

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