An open, running letter to Jolie; my daughter.

The purpose of these letters is for Jolie to read when she gets old enough. Right now I do not get to see her or talk to her. This is a poor substitute for that but it is all I have got at the moment. Read it, leave a comment if you like, and subscribe or leave an email address if you'd like to get my letters to my daughter in your email inbox. Thanks for visiting my page, and God bless you :D

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Strength comes from the good things.

"Something happens at around 65 miles an hour. The sound of the highway drowns out all sound. Engine vibration travels at a heart's rate. Your field of vision funnels into the immediate, and suddenly, you're not on the road: you're in it and a part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops; all just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you pass. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. It's why I love the long runs, all your problems, all the noise, gone. Nothing else to worry about except what's right in front of you.
Maybe that's the lesson for me today. To hold on the the simple moments, appreciate them a little more. There is not many of them left.
I don't ever want that for you. Finding things that make you happy should not be so hard. I know you will face pain, suffering, hard choices, but you cannot let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that you love and run to them.
There is an old saying:" That which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger". I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you  make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things. Family, friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole. Those are the things to hold onto when you're broken."

You are what I hold on to, Jolie. The memory of your kiss on my cheek, and your breath on my neck as you slept in my arms. This is what keeps me going through the darkness.

Daddy