Some how this year has managed to slip by, one day at a time. Birthdays & many other special days. Some that hurt more than most. Father’s day is a biggie for me, not one single word mutually shared this year.It’s not like we didn’t think of each other on that special day, In years past we sent letters and words to each other.
Some good, and some not so good. But letters and words – none the less. My son, is my son – the son of my youth and my strength. Number two he was born in the family. Baseball & catch – fishing & camping – building that all-important fort! Times of imagination in an attic over the garage. Trips to airports and visits to space ports. Satellite’s made in our shop And opened together upon their return to earth.
Building model airplanes & crashes of those that didn’t fly all that well 🙂 Bird feeders & rabbit cages – fixing cars trips to see fishes in a huge tank – Disneyland and birthdays some of my memories we did share. Sweden that land way up north that hangs like a cluster of grapes To the north of Europe beckoned the soul of the son of my strength. Will he be able to remain strong and continue his fight? To the head of the stream? Or will he succumb to the lack of language, Dollars or fear of the unknown or the yet untried?
I have seen his sheer tenacity in the land down under years past. I’ve witnessed his ability to hang in there in a foreign land. It’s this dad’s observation that the son of my strength will succeed in the putting of his hand to the plow. You’re in my prayers my son, stay the course, keep your vision, it’s your time to till the ground.
Make every step count and remember to keep your focus on the goal not on the past. This – the story of the son of my strength, ‘tis truth that I now have brought to light – take wings my son of my strength & FLY!
