Two visions in one? I can handle it, especially given that I’m as proud now as I was only a moment ago. All five of our children grew strong, healthy, and sound of both mind and body. They knew we loved them, and supported them in everything. We had three daughters and two sons, and among them, one of our daughters turned out to be a lesbian. She was so afraid to tell us that she went without saying anything for nearly a year, until her mother found out. When she did, Amy and I sat down with her and explained that she could be a damned werewolf and we’d still love her. After a brief bit of awkwardness (I didn’t know anything about the LGBTQ community at that point) we accepted her completely and in time, she met and married a very lovely woman and they adopted their own kids. I always joked that they cheated by missing out on childbirth, but they were happy, and I was happy for them.

My oldest daughter became a tenured law professor at UW in Seattle, while our other young lady went on to become a mechanic after attending trade school at Clark Community College in Vancouver, Washington. Our eldest son became a world traveler and funded his lifestyle by becoming one of the most popular influencers on the internet, and one of the most useful since he was essentially paid to take a vacation. Damn, if only they’d had that when I was younger, haha. But a few years after he started, our boy met and married a fellow influencer, and together they had two children that they, somehow, educated throughout their many trips together.

Our youngest son kept his feet in one place more or less and went to work for Clark County as a roadworker while putting himself through school. As of now, he’s one of the more solid crew chiefs the county has, and along with his wife, a kind and gentle woman, they make the type of living that keeps them, and their four children, exceedingly comfortable and able to enjoy life. Our other daughter surprised the hell out of me and became a renowned historian, and much to my chagrin, she ended up looking over my family tree, as well as Amy’s, to see where we’d come from. I’m proud to say that she doesn’t judge us by our beginnings, but she told me that she had to know.

I’m proud of my kids, and I always have been. Ah, I can feel this one fading, and I’m not surprised, the good times are always over too quickly. The one that’s coming now is a doozy, but believe it or not, it isn’t the worst. That doesn’t mean it isn’t painful though.

(to be concluded)

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