I Lost My Son

As thin and insubstantial as my parenthood was, for a few hours I was a father. I held my son in my arms. I dreamed dreams of future possibilities that fell into ashes and oblivion.

So I found myself driving away from my son and that future I had hoped for. Against my will I had turned the car towards home.

What is it to lose a son, even if you only had him for a few hours.

I Lost My Son