[This is a fuller account of a phone call I referred to last week.]
Last night my agitated love’s oldest son phoned. He’d read the blog and was checking in, out of concern. After we talked, he said he would like to talk to his dad, and they talked quite awhile.
Don came back happy and relaxed and said, “That was Clarence, my dad.”
“Oh,” I said, “It was Kevin, your oldest son.”
“Well, my grandfather then.”
“It all changes around all the time you know.”
I finally calmly agreed, and he nodded off peacefully.
And stayed happy and content all night. No more lectures about cars or leaving for home.
And the son shall be father to the man.