Time Heals All Wounds?
Two years on and I can still feel the ache in my heart...
It was April 2, 2023 3:00am - Dubai(UAE) I had spent the past month with my son Adrian, hoping and praying that we could leave together. I was supposed to have gone home in late February but fate had different plans for me. Plans that at the time I could not fathom, but in hindsight everything has become crystal clear.
That night I felt utterly lost, alone, helpless and abandoned. Not by my son but by my own inner turmoil. I turned to the only place I could, my Lord! I prayed and cried for release but none was forthcoming. I would follow Adrian's flight online, from liftoff in Dubai until he landed safely at Heathrow. I couldn't sleep, I was inconsolable and my heart was aching. I was really all alone, perhaps for the first time ever in my life? I wasn't even sure if I knew how to be alone. I was 53 years old and was scared.
I waited and watched as his taxi took him away, his last words to me were, "Dad, don't worry, God's got this."
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