Yesterday was a terrible day for my son and I. I was very angry and resentful, I'd had enough and was completely finished caring, and I told him so. I was selfish, and cruel, and dragged him around all day to my errands, just so I could ignore him. When we think we have a lifetime, when we think we are invincible, we tend to take liberty with those we love the most.
Today was a terrible day for a dear friend of mine. Today he buried his son. A fine boy who was friends with my daughter, and was a mentor to my son in Scouts. I watched at the funeral as his mother held her baby boy in her arms for the last time, as his father said goodbye, and as they gently set the lid of the casket down. A family. One that I love so much. I can't fathom this.
I did my best to stay composed because I had to read a Psalm and share about my years knowing their boy, an awesome kid who ended his own life. I spent some time looking at my boy, and knowing that my friend would give his entire world for just one more day with his son.
Yesterday was a terrible, angry, hateful day. I saw in my son someone I didn't want to know. Today I see a person. Flawed. Just like his father. My son, with great skills, and honorable character. And with challenges, but determination. Today I did something I have never done before. I asked my son to forgive me. Then I asked God to forgive me too.
Go wake up your son, and give him a hug.
