Tuesday, August 13, 2013
I am lost in old photographs I brought from my parents' home. Here's one of my father and my son when he was just three months old. How my father adored him. As my boy got older, he and my dad were revealed to possess the same quirky humor. I miss my dad, who's been gone seventeen years, and in a different way I miss my boy, 21 years old now. He has been away all summer in the woods, and will be traveling with friends until early September. And then he will be moving back home. At least until he decides his next act. His plan is still to be a paramedic firefighter even though he's got a job as a track coach. His path will unfold.