I've come to realize that I probably won't be that many things in this lifetime of mine. I won't be father, I won't be a husband, I won't be famous, or someone of particular note. I won't be rich or influential. I won't win awards or be mentioned in the notebooks of history. I won't even be remembered as a particularly good friend - at least based on how many I left slip through my fingers in all these years. But despite what I will never be, perhaps there are some things I still might. The coolest uncle, a partner that never leaves, an invisible influence on the world around me, a brother that always listens, a son that tries to understand, a friend that is there, even when the whole world goes quiet.
