Even my mother, too late, had learned to accept that loving a family didn’t mean owning it.

I never got back the first 6 years of my sons’ lives.

I didn’t see their first steps.

I didn’t hear their first words.

I wasn’t there for their first birthdays.

No fortune could buy those days back.

But I learned something that for decades no business or powerful family name had managed to teach me:

lost time can’t be recovered.