Tuesday, 22 March 2016

To My Son On His Eighteenth Birthday

My beautiful son.

On this, your eighteenth birthday, I can’t help but think about possibilities. I know a father is supposed to be grounded and realistic and down to earth and all those other euphemisms for boring, but I still can’t help but imagine your life.

The family business calls, but then your uncle said no to that and beat his own path in the world.

Might the girl next door be the one for you, or is your soul mate halfway around the world as I type this?

So many possibilities. I wish you were alive to fulfil them…

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