…I was simply spellbound with seeing her blossom into such a beautiful bride and young woman, in what seems like, overnight. She is after all 25 years of age but as a parent the years of your children just seem to fly by and I guess I just never thought of her as anything but my little girl.

Saturday seemed to dash away all of those thoughts as I sort of just floated around all day with nothing real serious to do except enjoy myself. Not only was I in awe of what a beautiful job her, her mother, mother-in-law and husband did with the hall but of the wedding party and my oldest daughter Erica (who was in the bridal party) as well but of my son and grandson.

Bernie, my son and once, little hockey player has also grown up into a big strappin’, handsome young man. Now, throw in my awesome grandson (who absolutely owns me) and you might understand how I was just numb with pride and joy over what God has done for me.

Did I mention Peggy, my wife? Let me just tell you that there WAS no prettier woman in attendance than my life’s partner and best friend of more than thirty years.

Sob, sniff, sniff…I’m a blessed man indeed.

…at how well I was able to take it. Not sure why, exactly. Maybe it is my faith (God never closes one door, without opening another). Or, maybe it was because for the last several years I have been preparing to return to the work that is more specific to what I do and like best. Sign Painting, Pinstriping and Website building.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I had a few tense (choked up) moments there today, trying to say goodbye to all the friends and co-workers I had got to know so well after nearly seven years of working there. And, maybe one of the toughest of all to say goodbye to was my most recent boss and direct supervisor who has always been forced to persevere to listen to all my philosophical rants, deal with my constant comedic outlook on even the serious situations that arise in a corporate climate. And in whom I have always been very open with about my future career plans. Plans to go off into the sunset (literally) and return to painting year round by spending the winters in Florida, once I turn 50 years of age.

Well, I’m 50 years old.

I just didn’t see it happening this way is all. I thought I would be able to pick the time, eat the cake from my own "Good-Ridenance" party and setup my next big move. But I have a marvelous wife who supports me despite all my failed career attempts in the past and while I cannot mark this job as a failed one (learned allot of computer stuff here) I have already received her blessings to support me in whatever path I end up taking on from here.

I could be upset about the timing though as our Baby Girl is getting married in just a few weeks from now but her and her mother have done such a great job of planning and saving all the money needed that they told me that my job loss ($) will not matter one bit, where the wedding is concerned.

PTL!

Also, we were planning on a trip to the bank to purchase the little house we are currently renting once the wedding was over but now it looks as though, with unemployment looming over my resume Peggy will have to take that on herself.

On the positive side I can say that I have just finished working (for now anyway) with the best company I have ever known or heard of and cannot tell you how valuable the communications skills and management procedures I’ve learned while working there have helped me in wherever I end up going.

Lord, thanks you for the time spent there and bless those that remain with all the good health, finances and prosperity that this company can sow for years to come.

Respectfully,
Bernard Molek