I can only imagine the pain of making this decision no parent would have ever thought possible. One final act of love: a separation of no assurance, a sacrifice that will tell the difference between living and dying. As the water rises, their hope for life diffuses. The father straps the vest, hoping that this will save his child; praying that someday he and his son will meet again. The surge grows stronger, the inevitable is coming. As the violent current drowns them, locked hands released, wrapped arms let go. A separation of no assurance, a sacrifice only unconditional love would understand.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 06:15:49 +0000
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