In church yesterday, I talked to a friend of mine who has a son who was recently deployed to Afghanistan. I asked how his son was doing He put a positive face on the situation, but you could see the pain in his eyes. It was deep and constant like a day long rain shower.
We grasp on to hope. It is such an elusive quality and the more we love, the more we can lose. My friend doesn't go around like others I have seen, using his son's deployment as a pronouncement of pain and a reason for things to be different than they are. My friend wouldn't bring it up if you didn't ask. But you can't help but observe the deepening lines in his face, to understand the weight of his love.
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