John,

I am overwhelmed at your response. Entirely. As I read your words, the love I have for my children also comes alive in my body. The pain of watching them grow up, the incredible fear of their failure, the desire, more than anything, to protect them. And…in the end, the inability to protect them at all from real. Real is what we have. We can avoid becoming real and having real in our lives. We can numb ourselves out of having to experience the depth of pain that is offered every single day. The grief of truly living is endless. However, is it worth it? Anxious to read your other post.

Thank you, dear man.