STEVEN

How could it be 4 years since I had seen him? As we caught each others eye only one thing seemed clear at the time-I wanted to hold him close.Make up for all those years of separation and take away the sadness wrapped around his face.He was 13 the last time I had seen him.Now his lip showed signs of a moustache as he was further along the rode to manhood. His right arm had been useless since birth but you would never know it.He was always so helpful around the house and he never tired of going to Home Depot with me.He was 5 when  his 3 brothers and 2 sisters came to live with us.I was the only father he had ever known.I always use to say "LIFE IS ABOUT CHOICES AND THOSE CHOICES WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE".Our actions touch everyone we are close to,for the good or the bad.I made a bad choice and so many lives were effected.How does one make up for that?You can't get back the lost years .And yes, your heart can ache forever.We talked for about 10 minutes-maybe it was wishful thinking on my part-but his face started to light up as we laughed and tried to squeeze every second out.I told him how much I had missed him. How proud I was of him.That seeing him had made my day.That I would always love him.As we hugged goodbye,I silently thanked God for this time,and for putting our hearts back together.