At 84, he remembers my place in his son’s life as if it were yesterday. We laugh, we talk — today, for two hours. My heart soars during and after our visits. Before leaving I want to crawl into his arms to tell him I’ve loved him and his family for as long as I’ve known them, that there is never enough time.
There are no words to convey my gratitude for this opportunity to re-connect. Life is beautiful when the heart takes the lead.