my son

My son is here right now. We don't get to talk much between his kids and his wife. She and I talk so much we really don't leave much room for Michael to get a word in edgewise so it is nice that he is here.

I especially liked how he watched over me while we were at 7 11 earlier. He and I were filling up our tanks, and after my tank was full, I walked over to Redbox to return a movie. He had filled his gas tank, and could have left, but he stayed to make sure I was safe. That made me feel good.

I love him. I always have loved him but we kind of lost the ability to let each other know for a while. That isn't true for me really. I always knew he loved me but he lost his way. I had hoped that he always knew I loved him but he has told me that he didn't feel loved while he was a teenager. That hurt my heart. I never once stopped loving him.

God is a good God to have let us live this long. I think Michael knows now how much I love him and his sons and his wife. He has a wonderful family and I'm proud of the man he has become.

Because of the life he lived I have a feeling he'll use all of that one day to help others.

Michael has such a strong and kind heart and a joyful one too.