December 3, 2008
I think of him walking, alone, through the echoing halls of the late night airport. I donít know what thoughts accompany him on this long, lonely journey. Soon heíll be on the plane, that familiar yet utterly strange place, speeding at hundreds miles of an hour through the dark night. Across the Rockies, maybe in his sleep, the wide plains, the lights of cities, to that other ocean. And to his father, who has lost his only brother, who is looking to his son for strength and love, a healing of old wounds, the beginning of a new era. Together.