I got to see him, the son I lost in the storm and the son I never had in the morning dew. His eyes were still serious dark brown, with a unyielding sparkle of humor. His porcelain skin was still sprinkled with summer freckles. And he embraced me in the rays of the sunshine as if we had never been separated. It was as if he was never violently whipped from my arms by the winds of a hurricane and made invisible by side way sheets of rain and opaque clouds. Our short reunion brought out the sun and restored power to a devastated town because for a moment we were in the calm eye of the storm. We were safe for a moment from flying debris threatening to knock us off our feet. I knew he couldn't stay stay with me so I could protect him from the dangers the winds swept our way but it was still a lightening shock to separate from him again as the eye of the storm passed us by. As the hurricane returned I had rain in my eyes.
I wanna thank my friend Sarah for being with him through that wonderful bittersweet ten minutes and to my husband for making it happen.
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