My heroes are my children......

I have 2 boys,10 and 13. It will be two years ago tommorrow, that their father passed away. It was sudden, unexpected, and he was only 46. He became my friend over the years, even though we were not together. Their incredible strength, will to go on and persevere, and struggles to finally get some acceptance,have been the most amazing qualities, I have seen in any human beings. It hasn't been easy for them or for me. And some days are better than others. Helping them go through their grief, has also helped me go through mine. The ability for them, at such a young age, to be able to express their anger,grief,sense of loss is so amazing to me. They say that something good always comes out of a bad situation. My oldest has helped others in his school, to develop a program for other children, who have lost a parent. All because he freely expressed to a teacher, how much he missed his daddy. My other son, saw a friend in school crying, because his father just passed away, and he was able to comfort him. Their father has a recovery house named after him, for all the men and women he has helped to get their lives back together. But most importantly, they have inherited his heart. The one that says, it is by helping others, that we grow as human beings, and get the biggest reward. The one thing this has taught me is, to cherish the people we have in our lives, we just don't know how long we have them for. Tomorrow, the children have decided to go fishing in honor of their father. They say that he would have wanted them to do something fun, and to live their lives.