The way and the light.

My son and I enjoyed our days together and we never grew tired of each others company for a minute. With almost 35 years between us, it was all put to the side as we glanced at each other and saw into each others souls. There's a connection the kind which I've never known before. He proudly said to me "we know everything about each other" as he put his tiny arm around my shoulder like we were the best of friends who were these age. Thankfully he doesn't know everything about me. If he did, he would see inner damage and scarring which he is the ointment for. He would probably pity me for doting on him so much. 

But that's the way it is. I took yet another print of his hand and foot at this age for prosperity. I showed him the difference of size between his foot now and at 1. He thinks nothing of my enjoyment in his existence. The way I catalogue his even move is not judged yet. The separation between us is something we face  together. Just like the way we swapped heartbeats when he went away. 

I returned to base without him and started to read again and write some M.I. before watching the last half of 'Salem's Lot' tv series starring Rob Lowe. 

The clock strikes 10:47pm in the silent way that a  digital clock does. Tiredness wins the fight for another night. 

What would I be without my son? Why would I be? 

He is my justification and repentance. He is the way and the light. He is just fucking cool!