My son

My son is my buddy. He has been there by my side in the darkest of days. He was there for me when I was at the absolute bottom and limit of what the human spirit can endure. Always with a smile. Always happy to just be, there with me. Words cannot even begin to describe the shear emptiness and despair I feel when leaving him. Holding him in my arms and kissing his little cheeks as tears fill his beautiful blue eyes, I can imagine doing this even when he is grown. Yes, he is my good buddy. My son, Sam.

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