As a man of 72, I was drawn into the sudden reality of what my life was. Who had I thought of? Who did I give my time to? Who was important in my life? Sadly, like Lee, I had ignored my children and pushed aside any indulgences that I should have expressed toward my loved ones. Towards those who loved me and wanted to be in my life I had led a selfish life. And now, at 72, I didn't understand why those whom I thought loved me, whose love I had taken for granted, barely even knew me. I was aghast at the sudden understanding that my life had excluded them. Further, that they, full of hurt, had likewise barred me from their love and affection. Can a father ever know the pain that he spent a lifetime setting himself up for?