The Prodigal Father

December 25, 2014 Thursday 9 p.m.

None of my 4 adult children, the oldest 67, acknowledged my existence this Christmas with a gift or even a card, as has been the case for quite a while. I suspect they may have read my new ebook I HOPE I OUTLIVE MY GREEDY KIDS (THE DIARY OF A DISILLUSIONED WIDOWER). We are estranged and you’s have to read my book to understand why I hope I outlive the spoiled brats. Admittedly, I have defied being a typical old fart who, after losing a spouse after 57 years of marriage, decided he was not going to take old age lying down and, after a couple of months of extreme grieving, did some unusual, convention-defying things to make his final years as meaningful and pleasurable as possible. In short, in the eye of my kids, I became a prodigal father who, to their minds, shacked up with a woman too soon after my wife’s death.

They considered the things I id to be shameful. I considered them to be attempts to achieve happiness and self-fulfillment. I ignored their disapproval of the paths I chose and, realizing they had no right to judge me, “I did it my way” and achieved my goal. The details of the long , involved story are in my ebooks TO BABY BOOMERS, WITH LOVE and I HOPE I OUTLIVE MY GREEDY KIDS.

Wife May is experiencing similar difficulties with her mother and daughter, and, we are enjoying our lives and each other so much, I advised her to write them off as I have my kids. This is the way I feel toward my kids:

Losing family obliges us to find our family, “not always the family that is our blood.” And should we have the wisdom to open our door to this “new family,” we will find the wishes we once had for the father who once guided us, for the brother who once inspired us.
Sean Connery in Finding Forrester at end of movie