Family Matters

And stuff happens.

I suppose we’ve all been through turmoil, heartache, and difficult times with family. And we all deal with it the best we can. But at 70 years old, it’s gotten a lot harder for me to deal with some of it.

I do the best I can. At least I think I do.

My music and photography—and, of course, my wife—help me survive the really tough times.

I must admit, though, 70 years have hardened my heart a little. Not so much that I don’t understand any of it. But there’s a lot I don’t understand, especially when it comes to adult children.

“Adult children.”

I’m not even sure how to define that term anymore. If you’re an adult, you’re no longer a child. Or are you?

See? There goes a little more hardening of my heart.

I can’t help it. All I can do is continue loving.

But even that has gotten a lot tougher to do.