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Yesterday?

I saw dad and got hug. I've been around him for alot of things. It's good to get a hug.


Today?

Well today I saw my son. He and WB have been holding down the fort while I've been seeing about dad. Most of our interactions have been a hug or a quick hello while I was either going to or coming from seeing dad in the hospital or now in rehab. I told dad about Pup. Told him how lucky I've been to have a great son. This morning I realized yet again how lucky I am. We are definately from my Dad's side of the family.

Today while we were talking the subject of his future came up - wait before I write one more word, I should write this. One of the reasons why I love my son is very simple. He has a good heart and he has a wonderful sense of humour. He can make folks laugh and get his point across. In an off hand comment while we were having the serious discussion of what he'd like to do in his life, the subject of Steven Wright and his humor came up. Then my son said something that somehow expressed why I love him so and made me laugh.

"Mom, I want to become a geneticist so I can change hearts and minds."

While I'm sure that he doesn't have an interest in genetics? It was the best wordplay I'd heard all morning.

He's interested in science and history. I get that but it's the word play and today's conversation about law and current events that keeps hope alive in my heart that somehow he'll end up becoming a lawyer and then end up on the US Supreme Court. His briefs would be full of funny and inciteful writing. He's able to not only see the road behind him but is able to see the road ahead.

And most important to me he has love of his fellow man because when he laughs and speaks it comes from not from some cold political calculation. It doesn't come from some shallow reaction to the world. It doesn't come from want to be the center of attention. It comes from his good heart.

It comes from his love of his fellow men and women.

I'm a lucky, lucky person.


There's wild angels in this world. People who regardless of where they come from are in their hearts good. They've looked after my father when he was a kid. They saw his good heart. Those same angels have looked after me and they look out after my son too. I think they lookout for all of us Even when all looks lost and there's no hope we are never alone. Still your mind. Listen to your heart. There's where you will hear the voice of the Heavens.




Hugs to you all.


Wild Angels

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