So, my old friends can decide what is good for me and such as I am, I will not listen. I am a big man and women are my friends. Most men can’t say this, but I can. I have always had a loving and caring man inside–now outside, because I have been just like my dad: uncontroling with my wife when she would let me. I have loved and cared for our daughter, a brilliant women BA, MFA ,Ph.D. candidat, and if she makes anything, she is who she is today and I told today, and we love her unconditionally without reserve, bad or good every day or night; yes, through it was a phone call, how could I be a different man; How could I be different with daughter than her mom? I could not change because l love then both, she is beautiful no matter what–worth she thinks is worth, more than 29-year-old hair, more than a woman so beautiful; yes a woman becaus she’s like mom. They could be sisters; mom and daughter never again will she forget that her dad and her mom with love with that call–now she knows. She will always remembers it starts with originals, dad and mom, or mom and dad. This is where it is; behind mom and dad, no matter genders girl or boy, 29-years, 63-years like mom, or 67-years like me–or 88-years like my dad. I knew they were women. There was no misunderstanding–I made mistakes, but now, I think, because I said it, she knows just how much. As she listened, and granddaughter is about grandpa, and our own explanations of thos 60 years ago. Now daughter and I are both concerned about grandpa’s dirty, cluttered house, that just maybe he doesn’t even realize about the adult child’s role. When I turn into an 88-year-old dad, I want someone to say we have made it! My wife has BA, MA incredible honors like her daughter. And, I want someone to take care of me, so I can free myself at age-88. My dad at 88 me at 67; finaly we have family explanations, and dad knows about children and divorce. I know when a dollar was a dollar. When $25 seemed like $100, so dad was honest as the judge let him finish college BS at age 34, on to MA, science, technology, and education at Cal Poly, industrial technology. I’m proud of my dad, and and like my daughter to me I am proud of his accomplishments. I have worked very hard–even with these blogs, BA, MA, Ed.S. M.F.A. for me. I know it’s always children climbing from our shoulders, not from our boot straps, and I must let my dad know! As an adult in college, I wanted to be just like him, even to the type of work teaching in a college. I am married 36 years, like him, and my step-mom, and my mom and step-dad made almost 20 years before my mom died. I didn’t get to be an adult child with her because of breast cancer. I have visited her grave, but she’s gone. Not dad; he has spent 40 years makeing it up to me, now! That’s enough, no more whipping homself. He doesn’t have to do a thing because I’ve always loved him. Now, when he needs me, I love him even more.