My "father" left when I was young, only have one memory of him at home and I know he was gone by time I started school. I was ok with that, he failed at life, it happens.
This morning I woke up to breakfast in bed from my Fiancée and her 9 year old boy. I've been in their lives for a year and he slips and calls me Dad every now and again. I understand he never had one, not even from day one. It's a roll I am unfamilar with, no experience to draw on so that will be interesting.
Any day now my daughter will be here (via the delivery room, not FedEx). I've never been much of a kid person, my sister lived with me for the last few years with her newborn daughter, that was interesting.
I've gone from taking care of my elderly mother for years to being alone for a very short time to a completely different adventure that took me from North Carolina to Texas.
I have nothing profound to say except is life is always interesting.
P.S. except to see a few guns for sale soon, life may be interesting, but the hospital is only interested in getting paid
