So many things I would have liked to share with you… The simple pleasure of warm sunlight on your face. The color of the sky on a cloudless, moonless night. The smell of a freshly caught fish. The intensity of what truly great music sounds like. Subtleties involved in humor.
But we will never have those — or the millions of other — opportunities.
Goodbye son. Show me around and tell me what it’s like when I get there.