The bus from Williams Lake was late.
Stu sat in the idling car, waiting for his son. They hadn’t spoken in over ten years. What could he say? What possible comfort could this old curmudgeon offer?
The bus finally pulled in. Tim was one of the last to get off. Stu saw it in his eyes, and held back tears last shed twenty-nine years ago. Tears for his son’s birth. But this time, birth had taken two lives.
Stu said nothing and hugged his son hard. He held him for a long time, but he did not cry.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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