Only the Brave
No one ever promised you your life would be easy, but you made a promise to your son, the moment you first met, that you would always be his champion. No longer his guardian, but always an available presence, forever, for all ways.
My parents were not available, and even when present, not present. It wasn’t just the drinking, it was not wanting to be caretakers. I was a burden, an obligation, a responsibility they hadn’t planned on. A job they didn’t sign up for. A troublesome duty.
You, my son, wanted dearly and deeply, will never be burdensome to me. We all carry loads from our past, our friends and loved ones lighten them, help us to bear what can’t be borne alone. Only the heartless remove themselves from the human race, wash their hands and refuse to participate, yet one cannot live without a heart; heartless is a misnomer.
Hearts are fragile. They can be broken yet I know for a fact that they can mend, and be stronger and more resilient than before! The work can be difficult and daunting. Only the brave dig down deep enough to find the treasure. Keep going, my son, until you strike gold. I assure you, it’s in there. Only the brave mine their riches, and share their wealth with the world.
LBM 11/1/2021 For S.T
