When you invite someone into your life, and choose to love them, there is no way to know where your journey will take you. I have loved many, many people throughout my life; each differently but all completely. I have been blessed with immense joy and spectacular memories that always put a smile on my face.
As is the case with all of life, as I have found, there are almost always equal measures of pain and sorrow that come with that invitation – or at least the possibility of each that you must be willing to accept. I will always be grateful for the incredible color those I’ve loved have added to my life.
Several years ago I chose to invite Aepehr(Seth) into my life. It is probably more accurate to say I accepted his invitation to step into the role of “father figure”, or Pop, as he called me. We had quite a journey with equal measures of every emotion you could expect between a father and son as he navigated his way through independence and adulthood. We worked through personal issues. We celebrated his growth in almost every area in his life. We had pointed discussions, many ‘louder’ than either of us would boast about when things were going off track. We shared many memorable moments and milestones. Visiting a good friend and his family in NYC for New Years Eve was a special time. Working with habitat for humanity together was especially memorable. It would be impossible to recount every moment here, good and bad, so let’s just say my life, and his, was richer for having taken our journey together.
Very early on Sunday morning the myriad of colors that painted our story were washed in a sea of gray. Seth was killed in a fatal motorcycle accident. Seth was not my son by blood and he was not my son by law. He was my son in every way that matters and my heart is broken by his loss. I know in time the colors will return and all of the especially fantastic moments we shared will dominate my memories of our time together. For now, as I prepare for the funeral for my son, who less than three weeks earlier celebrated his 22nd birthday, I am painfully reminded of just how short life can be, how it can all change in an instant, and how important each moment on our journey with those we love is. Hug your kids. Tell someone you love that you love them. “The last time you tell someone goodbye, may be the last time you tell them goodbye”, throw in an “I love you” for good measure.
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