When you get a call, and your kid is hurting so much, but found the courage to share it with you, that's when you are grateful to be a dad. When his voice barely breaks, and he tells the story of how he lost the best friend he has ever had, that's when you know for sure that you did something right in his life. But even more so, when you know this extremely sorrowful moment in this life will fuel his resolve, build him up to face many more challenges in his life, that's when you know he has grown so much, and you don't have to worry any more that he's going to make it.
So this is what I do at 6 A.M. I write, I pray, and I put my faith on the path in front of me to ease the way, if only till the next time.
For you Son.
If I Had Words
If I had words for you
They would attempt to comfort
But they could not erase your pain
Or replace your sense of loss.
If I had words for you
They would conjure memories
But they could not forge new ones
As you had only just begun to dream.
If I had words for you
They would not be needed
Or spoken
But felt so deep
You could hear them
Or read them
In tears streaming down my face.
D.A. Wittler 1/18
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