But a Moment in Time
Last night in the last moments before sleep carried me away my son came to me. He hugged me and had anguish in his voice. It was a deep sadness and while I could not see his eyes I felt they were filled with tears. "I will never see Greg sitting in his living room again Pop." I immediately knew what he was talking about. Greg was the husband for one year of a woman who lives one house up the street. He married the divorced mother of one of Noah's best friends and was the owner of his own landscaping company. He was only in his early 50's and seemed to be filling a void in the lives of his three step children. He must have brought stability to their house again. The sense of permanence that children long for. In the mornings I would see him preparing for the work day with a Mexican he employed. In the afternoons he would be outside playing basketball or throwing a football with one of the boys. Last May he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. When I h