Thankfully, along with the difficult memories of father-son relationships, there are glowing memories like this one:
LOVE IN TWO WORDS
By David Sheffner 4/12/16
They hadn’t seen as much of each other since the divorce.
The day was hot, so the top was down, increasing the rhythmic sounds of the Packard on the old highway. It was another spur-of-the-moment long car trip—possibly to Mexico. The man and his eight year-old were settled in. It was good.
As the boy glanced left, their eyes locked. A pause; the father smiled, and in a soft, slow voice, he said, “Hi, boy”.
They turned, and looked ahead.
The boy understood; it wasn’t just a “hello”.
Remembered, and savored, six decades later.