My Son

My son is an amazing human being. He may shy away from cleaning his room or picking up after the dog or taking out the recycling, but when it comes to being a stand up boy for a big responsibility, he's there. He was there for Pop-Pop every step of the way. He was there for the boys of our friend who died in February and yesterday, he was there for his friend who's mother was dying. He spent 6+ hours in the hospital with his friend. He was there in his goofy 14 year old self, riding a wheelchair in a disguise, making everyone laugh for a moment and forget about the dying woman in the room next door. He was there in his 14 year old self snapping straws and playing cards and telling inappropriate jokes. He was there in his 14 year old self buying nasty blue power drinks and eating candy. He was there. I guess, that's the part makes him seem so much older to me. He was there. He was present. He stood up for a big job and never shied away. His friend's mother died last night. My son seemed all of a sudden a young man and a little boy, all at once, standing tall and strong, but with a broken heart. Please pray for my son's friend, his sister and his father. They lost a remarkable woman . . . I know, because she was also my friend.