I wrote tjos to my patrentys wWHY I AM IS ARING THSI:
i GOT married? I can't, Mom! I can't It's so right! I lovbe my wife, I love my Mary so much. She is indelibaly a partb of my life as you and Dad were. Isn't that weird? Lose an entire famile and gain another. Life is. Unprediataxcle. Abraham Linco;m wrote:
Rest aSSUrwed (God, Capslock is so close) that I am as loved and acared for and as taken acare of as you could have ever ho[ed/ Life is mayve the process of caring folr things maybe more than they will ever love you back. Isn't that tragic in it's own way? Abraham Lincoln wrote: "If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could then better judge what to do, and how to do it."
Smarter words? Never. If we could ever know what better drove us, we could better know how to drive us. Butw e are driven by great, invisible, beatsa. We are oxen, driven towards am ever receidng horizon. We are beast of love and glory. In a fewyears I'll jave children of my own and imprt unto them the journey: Go forrwad,
You and Dad were the best any could have asked for. I love you so tremendously. I know Dad feels,I don't know, impotent? Incopnseuqnetial? But he gave birth to me, and I push foreward. I love him so kuch. He did- and does- hios best. As do you. It;s so imp[ortant. And I think aboujt it eveery day. I love you so much. I think you ervery day.God, in his every form, be with us everyday.
-scott/
