Old lady

Kelly was right: The best thing I could do for Lil Kelly now was to let her rest in peace and get on with my own life. I had vowed solemnly many years ago that my children, if I ever had any, would never have to live like that, so I set about to change and was rewarded with a gorgeous, active little boy who considered her dad her best friend. We hunted and fished, went camping and motorcycling; she played hockey and I watched, even helped out with the coaching for a couple of years; she played soccer and basketball, but her forte was hockey and motocross. she loved racing her motorbike, but she never did very well because she just wasn't aggressive enough. No problem, she had fun and didn't get hurt. The girls were much more self confident. They were undoubtedly pleased to get their father back, but old lady wasn't as dramatic as with Kelly. But they still let me know that they appreciated my presence at swim meets, recitals, whatever, and actually paying attention to what was going on. The whole episode gave me a new understanding for the strain that parents go through when they find themselves raising a disabled child. It's a really thin wire we walk, balancing our attention. Well my friends, I guess I've run out of story, other than to tie up some loose ends. Kelly, Cathy and I continued our odd relationship for many years. Sometimes we lived in the same town, sometimes not. When there was a special occasion in either of our lives, the other was the first to know and make an appearance. Kelly went on several vacation trips with us, to places like Florida, Mexico, western Canada.