Whittling Me
Whittling Me
From our first awareness on to old age, life feeds us people, places, and events which continually shape us. This novel unveils the foremost whittlers that fashioned this old man into the person I am today. As I looked back during the writing of this manuscript, I realized hoe negligent I was in acknowledging the role those special individuals played. How I wish I could thank all who have shaped the positive features of my character, for I owe them everything. Foremost are my children and spouse, for they whittled me in the most wondrous ways of love, for which can never be repaid. I wish there was a way to show them my soul, but all I have are mere word to leave behind – words as imperfect as their love for me is perfect.