My Kids

By Mick Holien

I don’t know what it is about when you get older things and situations that seemed so important at the time when you were in say your forties just seem to diminish over time.

While I haven’t yet really unfortunately solved that dilemma with my two children, something I will continue to attempt to look toward, I came to the realization a few months ago that a bad moment I had with a longtime dear friend a decade ago and a second with a couple nearby just flat needed to somehow he rectified.

I refuse to second guess why they didn’t take the lead and renew our friendship so just decided I had to be the one to for lack of a better description make it happen.

Since they live about five minutes down Highway 35 from my house in the woods, I guess I felt I just no longer had an excuse and growing long in the tooth well anyway.

And you know what I discovered?

There were a trio of people who could not have been more welcoming and in one case couldn’t figure out what caused my absence and in the other I think causation is left better unsaid.

I believe he may still think h was right intervening and I forever will believe it should have been a case of minding his own business.

But just think of all the squandered time and the sheer quality it afforded that was lost never to be regained.

But on a positive note he probably is a generation younger than I so will still have quite a few birds …can I say that kill.

Now my kids are quite a different story.

They don’t live here so I would guess the words won’t take on a life to further cause problems.

One is in California and the second in eastern Montana.

And while the younger said she has forgiven me for the Good Lord only knows what, I have no idea what I did or didn’t do and it is very hard to give an apology or make a situation better without something other than a vague remembrance of three decades hence.

As for my son – now 44 I will have to keep you apprised on that one.

Just sayin’


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