Dec 27, 2008 20:11
I finally recovered physically, and thank the gods Eric didn't get sick. He's well and so is my wife and our business.
Loud noises startle me. And nightmares of battle keep haunting me on a nightly basis. Needless to say, I'm really unsettled. Stressed.
Jun has been helping the wife and I read to our son. We're going to teach him at an early age to read and write. I want my son to learn how to make the right choices freely. Just the fact that he will have freedom of choice in his life is a concept both alien and exciting to me.
Dad's just dad. He's helping us buy our weapons and handle the engines of the ship. He is getting older, though. If he'd just get rid of his pride and let Jun look him over, we'd know his health situation.
I'm taking a rest right now.
dreams,
war,
fyrian and eric,
old man