Happy Mother’s Day to your beautiful wife:
CONTINUED: from dad — Scanning journal entries, it’s supposed to happen the other way around:
Dad’s Journal Entry: 17, Nov. 1997 – (Gianni was 6 years-old):
Back to this journal, after months of computer thinking, journal thinking. Maybe closure. Maybe something of love. I’ve spent two months in Rochester — away from Terrylene and Gio. When I returned, walking down the movable hallway… Seeing Gio’s wondrous face… his smile saying, recognizing: “DADDY!” Continued in his expression – is/was ALL that I AM. In a moment — a child sees in me, him… me, my life. my/our time together and God be with me on my own deathbed – that I will part from this wonderful child, who is a man already.