I blinked my tears away hanging.
"...so it wasn't easy."
He looked at me, "No. Losing a child is the most intense experience you can go through, but it ended well."
I looked at him, "Your only son. That must not be easy. I lost two children, a boy and a girl, but you seem so strong, so in control...".
"I still grieve. He's my son. Gordon, no matter what you think of anyone - whether they are a CEO, rich, powerful or even if everyone thinks of them as strong - the loss of a child is still difficult. You want to protect them, and you are proud of them of who they are and what they become. The day I lost my boy...it was very quiet. No one talked to me...they didn't know what to say."
"I never thought of you - to be in the same boat as me."
He smiled and I saw kindness in his eyes, "...just because I am strong, powerful it doesn't mean I do not sympathize with you. I watch you, I see you, I hear you - just like with everyone else."
"...and you know my thoughts."
"Yes, I do."
I paused, "...when I'm on earth, I see people rich who have no idea of what it means to be poor, I see the powerful in their protected veneer and refuse to hear the weak's cries, and I see those without trouble not identify with those who suffer injustice - it's very 'human' of us to be like that. It's a false illusion to live like that, but you know it all: you hear the cries of the poor, you hear the blood of the innocents, and you know the tears of the weeping."
"Yes I do, and I love them all. There will be a day where all that will be erased. I promise."
"Will I see my dad?"
"Will you see my Son?"
"Yes."
"Then...with men it is impossible..."
"But with God, all things are possible."
"You paid attention."
"I try. Heaven can't come soon enough to be with you."
"The party will be set, and you got reservations."
Thank you God - wonder if you can embrace God?