The realness of you
The realness of you Stevie as I look at the ‘Stevie Over the Years’ photo collage that popped up on my phone. Tears roll as I feel you—the true, God-fearing man you are!
What can I do—how can I speak the truth into your life? How can I recapture my son? Bring you back into this family? Back to your self…
That shy smile
Those laughing eyes
The mischievous glance
The thoughtful sadness
The forced smile
The silly grin
Those beautiful eyes reflecting a beautiful
and perhaps tortured soul
Don’t be so strong. Don’t go it alone. Let yourself give into grief. Admit you don’t have the answers but that you know what love is. Find that love—back here, back home.
Let’s go to Mass as a family, to confession, to fish fries—all of it. We have not outgrown our need to be together as a family with God. Let’s join hands and march into heaven together as the saints God made us to do.
I wrote this in my journal. My son is 27 years old and has been estranged from me for about a year and a half because I refused to call him my daughter and use his made up name.