In truth, I wrote to the boys, life is impossible. People will leave. Love can fail. Your job may be a bore. But once you accept this then you can relish the rest of it. Here I'm sharing a few things that hold true for me.
Dad was pretty much raised by his mother, Lillian Bähler, after his father passed away when he was four years old. Charlie Bähler had contracted Typhoid, while breaking up a moonshine ring down in Arkansas.
There is an old saying that a good father is better than a hundred schoolteachers, so if your father is a famous writer, then it only makes sense for him to impart wisdom from his own journey to his son or daughter who aspires to write.
At age eleven, I was in a plane crash with my father, his girlfriend, and the pilot of our chartered Cessna. By the end of the nine-hour ordeal, after clawing down steep, icy terrain, I was the only survivor.