Around 1983 my mom was dating a chef at the restaurant she worked at. One night he was out carousing and got himself killed. Fast forward a year and my mom meets the manager’s brother, thinks he’s an asshole and blows him off. He’s visiting from out of town and gets wasted, mom helps him to the brothers place and the guy turns out to be hilarious and a great story teller. They agree to a date, it escalates to marriage and we move. A year later now step-dad’s employer offers him relocation to either Chicago or a sleepy suburb in another state. Mom convinces him to take the latter on our behalf. Fast forward ten years I ask a cute coworker out to see Earnest Scared Stupid. That escalated to marriage four years later and on to two beautiful kids that are now almost out on their own.
I sometimes wonder if I should tell them that if some guy didn’t die in a crash they would never have been born. When they become billionaires that can be their story.