"...Listen...
Your old enough now to understand...
we..we could never tell you...
Me and your mother were frightened,
ashamed.
and now...
now you must live with it,
the irrefutable and inescapable knowledge,
that we have burdened to you.
My son, always know that we love you...
and even at times when you feel...
Alone, trapped
or so utterly confused
that it seems all hope has vanished off the face of the earth;
always, always remember that me and your mother are there...
so wherever you go, feel in the company of love,
and in the release of angels,
and with the knowledge and understanding,
that only children of god can witness.
...I...I wish..."
the man chuckled to himself, a tear rolling down his cheek as he stared into space for a moment, remembering times long passed. He shook his head slowly, as if to clear the memories of what he knew he would never see again, and said in a voice that sounded much braver than he actually felt
"but then, what has wishing ever done for anyone?"