He’s been gone for almost 4 years now. I was thinking about the letter I found that he wrote right before I graduated from college.
An Old Man Dreams
What could have been, what might have been, what is. When life is new there are many years ahead. What are you going to be? Your dreams of a life in baseball, yes, that was a dream. It didn’t happen, but many other things did; some good and some not so good, but still you dream on. I dreamed about a time in the Army. Survival happened. There was a dream of family. I wanted children to be proud of. That happened. Thank God. Two good women that gave those children to me. Thank you. You are always in my dreams. What happens to an old man who never felt old? A dream of many older people: to stay young. You dream of the next generation and you have hope and prayers for them. My youngest Tara is still young enough to be that generation. She will graduate with honors from the University of Houston. She is the dream I have for the new generation. They’ll be just fine. Thank you, Lord. So I dream now of leaving something for my family. Love God. Love family and love life. Live accordingly. My dream is being with all of you in Heaven. God bless. Dad. ~ James Joseph Conely, December 2004.
I’ve been wandering in frustration lately. New York City does that to a person. Thanks again for reminding me where I’m supposed to be, Daddy.