Tonight I have to surrender my Man Card. I’m crying on and off.
Yes, it’s anticipation of our younger son moving into the special needs group home tomorrow and not being around here.
Yes, it’s relief after a couple of decades of care giving.
Yes, it’s just all kinds of pent up, ignored, overdue and otherwise not well processed feelings.
Started the day in a manly way. My older son and I went to the local gun shop and looked at manly guns.
We went on the manly range and I rented a reasonably manly piece and shot some almost manly groupings on my targets.
Now I’m sitting around crying on and off.
I leave this here and sign off: