I see him sitting by the sea, feel his grief crashing down on him in waves.
I’m not the only one who lost my Father in all of this, and perhaps that’s the worst part of all–that both of us are going through the same thing. For him this loss is just as shattering, though he’s told me their relationship had been strained long, long before this happened. What he and I have been through this summer was simply the catalyst for everything to implode between them.
“Pray with me tonight,” he says.
“I will,” I reply.