Fathers and Sons …

I had a LONG flight to Florida on Thursday and a LONG flight home today. But it wasn’t as long as a certain father-son duo who happened to be on the exact same flights as me …

The son must be very, very sick. I assume he is dying–although I am no medical expert. He was just barely skin and bones. Unable to move his own arms, legs, or even hold his head upright. So his father held his head for him. Both flights. The entire 3.5 and 4 hours respectively.

The dad stretched his sons arms and legs. Lovingly held his head. Whispered in his ear. Obviously loved him with all his heart.

I wondered if maybe they were going to Florida for a “Make A Wish” trip or to seek medical care. I don’t know.

But I know that I saw love today–
And I am so sorry for that little one’s suffering–
And the suffering of his papa too.

God is still the same!
 But this life is oft’ so hard.

Grace to you!!

With much love from a tired but grateful gal,
Tara B.

PS
Hi Florida ladies! It was SO wonderful to be with you all! Thanks again for inviting me to be with you.