Trackgrease

Trackgrease graduating from boot camp—just one of the times he has made me proud.

In an automobile or a crowded bar—

Well, I hope you're all right, wherever you are.

—Jimmy Webb

Grateful Monday

Today I start a new contract. For that I am grateful.

I also realized that I have been expressing gratitude for my new family. I am very grateful to have them in my life. At the same time, I don’t want to lose sight of how grateful I am to my son, who calls himself Trackgrease. Even though we don’t call each other very often, I know he is there, and I hope he knows I am there for him when he needs me.

Through the difficult times of the last year, I am grateful for the support he provided and for allowing me the room I needed. I am grateful that he did not try to second guess, psychoanalyze, or change the situation. He simply accepted that his mother and I were no longer a functional family and did his best to be fair to both of us.

Thank you, Trackgrease. You have made me very proud of you. It took me a long time to get here. For a long time, the wounds were too fresh, and I did not want to explain them to you. I still don’t, not really. Thank you for the time and space I needed.