FOB Smart at 2200 - Wednesday
For my son:
Where I walk matters not more than where you walk. Where I rest my head matters not more than where you rest your head. In mine own heart do you live, breathe, and shine forever and ever. I wish for the days when we are at long last together again, dear son. You are more to me than mine own eyes that see ahead into the long, dark night of this life. Like thieves wresting away a treasure from a feeble old man, you effortlessly inspire me to love you more than mine own words can describe. You are more to me than the sun bringing life to the beautiful blades of green grass we enjoy, more to me than the limits of the atmosphere containing the precious air mine own lungs silently embrace. My duty to you, my son, is limitless and boundless and free from any command other than your enjoyment and safety in this world. How I count the ways I love you. In mine own heart, you are everything to me and more.
143, Kaesen.
Good night and good day.
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