A Teenager's Journey
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Without the help and support of my wife Joanne, I’m sure I would have found it too difficult and not seen the real value in sharing the experience. She helped me understand and adjust. Once the secrets were shared and the thoughts and feelings reopened, Joanne and I became even closer. Without her faith in me, there wouldn’t have been closure. And that is the most important part of this process—being able to walk away and still look forward to life.
My wife took a vagabond and made me whole.
She took a child and made me a man.
She helped me come to terms with what I kept for so long below the surface.
Now I can say: It’s finally over.
I know that someday my own children will read this work and find it difficult to comprehend that I lived that way for so long. Currently, they have no idea of the events that took place so long ago. They couldn’t possibly imagine the emotions, the feelings, and the heartache, and that’s the way it should be.
One day, when they know what happened to their father, I hope they will understand.
It’s not what we once were that matters, or what we thought of ourselves before today. What really matters is that we know who we are now, and what we can accomplish. We are all greater than the sum of our emotions. Whatever our age, at some level we are all children. Never let go of that.
To all the things that each of us has been through, and all that we’ll ever feel, hear, learn, or experience, there must be a purpose. There must be a reason why we’re born into certain families, find certain spouses, and progress through life the way we do.
We are all looking for the answer to the undying question: Why am I here? For me I found the answer in the least likely place I looked: deep within myself.
If we were to take all of our emotions, thoughts, feelings, and experiences and hold them in our hand, they would be like a single grain of sand. When we realize the magnitude of all the grains of sand in the world, we get but a glimpse of the potential experiences we are destined to embrace.
Once we understand our true potential and when we go through life a day at a time, we recognize that there is nearly nothing that we cannot accomplish or endure, if we but remember from whence we came.
There is nothing greater on this earth than the value of just one child’s soul.
Joanne,
Thanks for allowing me to be a kid. Now I know what it means to see time stand still before me. I know that you’re the reason I came on this earth and lived the life I have.
You’re my reward.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
With the love of my family and the support of my wife, I have completed a part of me that was left unfinished for so long. Sharing this story with the world has helped me immensely. It has also made me realize that there are other relationships that I must attend to, those other characters spoken of that were at some time, like me, held captive.
My journey has come to a threshold that I must now choose to cross. I speak of that place where all those emotions were once held silent, that place where others were in their own way left behind. Those siblings find it just as difficult to recall, remember, and embrace those days of long ago. I have a new journey: a journey I should have taken twenty years ago, a journey of recalculation and repair. Only this journey isn’t just for myself, it’s for those who really understand.
None of this would have been possible without Wendy, Steve, Heidi, Heather, Adam, Amy, and of course John and Darlene. Those teenage years were the hardest and yet the most meaningful.
My advice to my readers:
Surround yourself with true friends who care and who can share with you. Don’t be afraid to let go of the child and find the young adult. You’re never really alone.
SILENT TEARS
When you look into the eyes of the future you often see the past.
It’s only when a wife is concerned for the silent tears you shed
and that she cannot see, that it’s discussed.
In that discussion you try to explain the difference
between silent tears and tears of silence.
The difference is as large as the imagination of a child.
Tears of silence are the tears of joy in watching
the future grow before your very eyes.
They are the tears of joy—healing the heartache
and watching for the choices between right and wrong and
teaching the difference.
Silent tears are those that are not seen by man or woman,
they are the tears created and seen only by a child.
Eventually you try to explain to your partner that these
tears not seen are for the flashes of the past,
The flashes that occur from time to time without provocation.
They are the emotions that are raised when you find
yourself disciplining a child,
wondering—have I crossed that line?
The conversations that you never had that would change
the meaning of tears forever are yet to be born.
The conversations that would bring voice to those silent tears are the monsters under the bed.
The words that would wake the dead are better left to those poor souls buried without tears, be they tears of silence or silent tears.
One day a man decides that the monsters under the bed
are real and very much alive.
They live in his mind as a memory
reborn when he closes his eyes to sleep.
As time goes on they cause the ability to sleep with his eyes open, instilling fear in the one that sleeps next to him.
She wonders what could have happened to a
man that would cause such a trait.
She sits wondering what events have occurred that would bring a man to such a fear of the dark.
A fear of the sounds that only a mother makes as she walks
into his bedroom.
Somehow the sleep that is required by this man is replaced with midnight awakenings in a shout of fear.
The need to stay awake overpowers the need
to sleep—again the body and the mind have adjusted.
Notwithstanding this, a son’s love for his mother is
stronger than the willpower required to keep the silent tears unheard.
Mom—I love you.
And more than that, I forgive you.
Please forgive me for giving voice to the once silent tears.
Now, like you, please, please let the monsters
under the bed be put to rest.
Your son—Richard
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