Regret, and second chances for chances not taken

I cannot begin to express (in mere words) the depth of wisdom this post posits– leaving one with the unrequited sense that, I too, had a similar relationship with my biodad.  I’m left wondering how many of us can resonate with these sentiments at a very profound level?  Robert Alan Rife, not only are you  an exquisite wordsmith, but the gold you weave is rich beyond compare.  That vastness of thought which fills the imagination, and that sensibility of spirit which renders every circumstance not just interesting but profound, are in the qualities of your prose: may I say, like Milton it is most sublime, and like Homer, most picturesque!

Thank you RAR — for this sublime, picturesque, profound prose!

Regret, and second chances for chances not taken.