Once quite a few years ago; I had three children. The oldest and youngest were girls. They still communicate with me. The middle one is a boy and although I want to be in this person's life I am not. That is because at the ripe old age of 17 he decided he did not want me in his life. He will be 35 the day after Christmas. I have always wanted him in my life. I do not believe the fault for this sad situation lies on either side but in a series of events brought on by another person, years ago.
I do not want my son to not have myself as a friend in my declining years. I miss his wit and intelligence. So please Danny give me a buzz on Facebook at Ruth D. Shultz.
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