About 29 years ago, I lost something as precious to me as life itself. A son
No, he didn't die. But it was just as bad, but I knew he still existed, and was alive. For extenuating reasons that will remain untold, I couldn't locate him.
The last two days have been like a whirlwind. My son found me. As I was always certain he would.
And now, he's coming home.
I am simply awe struck. If you can imagine loosing a baby, the hell that fact becomes in your life. And the hell you imagine your baby going through,wondering about you.
Regardless of who was right, and who was wrong way back when, a large part of my soul is coming home.
I have been blessed.
