u/Hopeful_Enthusiasm_1

Eleven years ago, my father passed away.

He was too young. He went too soon. Too abruptly.

My youngest son will soon turn ten. My father never met him. He would have found him absolutely delightful. Today, my heart breaks that these two humans never crossed each other's path. Their lives' threads are separated by one flimsy year of time, and an eternity of missed opportunities.

I adore the persons that my sons are becoming, each day. I love the questions they ask, the thoughts they present to me.

My father would have been overjoyed in entertaining their questions. I weep for what could have been.