My last day? I wouldn't waste it contemplating past mistakes, whether there is a God or some kind of reward in a mythical land called heaven. I would start it out with a pot of dark roast coffee and end it with a pitcher of whiskey sours. Sitting by the lake, a bonfire, blues music and with my trusted companion, a 12 year old golden retriever, at my side.
A single mother is a force you don't want to test. She has already proven she can care for her babes on her own. Not her choice, but a mantle she should proudly wear.
RE: Long time, so much chit... Play the blues