Promises

When the boys grandfather was in the hospital and near death, I went into his room before they removed his breathing tube to say my good byes.

I grabbed a stool so I could get closer to him, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for allowing me to be part of his amazing family. Then I made a few promises.

With tears in my eyes, I promised him that I would do everything in my power to raise the boys to be just like him. I promised that I would make sure that they are caring adults, hardworking man, that they would take responsibility for their actions, that they would love their families and that everything they do would be in his honor.

I struggle with the promise at times. And I can't go back on my word.

Raising the boys is hard work. I might not have the ability to teach them 'manly' things but I can teach them how to be a dad, how to be a good husband and how to care for others.

Well, Tony......how am I doing? I am trying, working hard at it...all for your honor! I love you and still miss you daily!

Now boys....like I always say...what would Papa Tony say? Please think about that when going through life!