I found out something today that made all my hard work worth it.
The letters I sent to my boys—they read them every single day.
In a world of instant messages, a handwritten letter is a physical piece of my heart that stays with them. It doesn’t disappear when the screen turns off. My boys told me, “We’re writing you letters now, so please read them and write back.”
They are 7 and 4. They are navigating a reality where their parents live apart. But through these letters, I am there in their room, every night before they sleep.
Some people say that after a divorce, fathers become “strangers.” To them, I say: Only if you stop fighting.
Every word I write is a brick in the bridge I’m building to our future. I don’t just invest in stocks; I invest in the memories that will sustain my children for a lifetime.
I am waiting for your letters, my sons. Your voices are the only “intel” that matters.
Catch you at the finish line.
