As I am writing this letter, I recall two important things that have happened to me as January draws to a close. The first one was my mother's death on Jan. 31, 1994 and the second was my wife leaving me on Feb. 1, 2004. While I'll talk about my mom at a later date, I would like to talk a bit about my marriage separation.
As it follows, my wife and I married June of 1989. I fell in love with her and she with me. She knew my situation. She knew that giving up my dream of becoming a priest, even though I spent a year as a volunteer at Maeystown. She was also cognizant of the fact that I couldn't gain employment because of mental and medical problems and drew only a small Social Security income. In the end, the financial strain caused us to separate and left me living with my two daughters, Jennifer and Kelley, now ages 12 and 14, respectively, in dire poverty. I don't want to talk about our difficult situation, nor are we begging for any money from anybody. I guess I want to just say with this letter that the three of us got each other and our love for each other is worth more than any money can buy.