FOB Smart at 2200 - Sunday
I miss you my dear son, Kaesen. I long to hold you in my arms once more and you are in my thoughts and dreams daily and forever. Not a moment escapes me when I have not thought of how our life will be upon our glorious reunion. Soon this father and son shall be together again at long last with happiness following in all the days of our lives. You are to me the most perfect of sons - as you are mine and I am your father. Be well, son, and know I that am counting the seconds until my return.
Lives are so easily broken at times and moments often cast doubt or long shadows upon our spirits within. It is within these opportunities that we must rise and rise again to face the fears of this world. We must surely overcome the darkness found within when the light fails to shine or shine brightly enough to see the path ahead. In these lonely hours spent tracing the footsteps of our lives left behind we find the reason to forge strongly ahead. The spirit of love, and hope, and of majesty held in the eyes of our sons and daughters within whom we set sail our dreams and take flight our desires to greatness.
I miss you my dear son, Kaesen. In your name I honor everything that I am and have and want for you in my humble life. In your heart does grow the unyielding power to achieve anything you set your mind to and more. Be well, son. Be honest, and kind, and full of hope and compassion. Live well, speak well, and stay true to yourself in everything you do and you will succeed.
143, Kaesen.
Good night and good day.
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