My Sons

My Sons[1]

Well, another rapture day has passed and Jesus has failed to appear.  Perhaps he’s Colombian.  As wonderful as I find Colombians to be, in general time is not their forte.  So, now that I will not be finding out my ultimate fate today, now that it seems the world will be continuing, I reflect on those things that matter most, and that of course, centers on my three sons (good name for a television program).

My eldest son and his new wife have been increasingly assuming the mantel of familial responsibility, recently climaxed with payment of my youngest son’s college tuition.  In important aspects Billy has filled the vacuum created by the fragmentation of our family and the dissipation of the family assets I spent a lifetime accumulating.  It is in no way positive to dwell on how that happened other than to note the consequences:  I am working in Latin America, far from our family home in Central Florida, attempting to reconstruct a life from scratch and to create a new family refuge for me and my sons while my two younger sons are striving to grow without the lifelines and safety-nets they always thought they had.  Billy is everything I could ever have hoped he’d be and more.

I am very grateful to Billy but I am also very grateful for Alex, my second son.  He is here with me, trying his very best to be self-supporting and to continue growing despite the lack of assets and opportunities.  He would rather be in the United States with his brothers and friends but wisely realizes that at present, the US economy makes that option inviable.  And he is making the best of the opportunity, developing pedagogical and interpersonal skills while learning a new language and developing multicultural capabilities.  Even more, he is an omnivore for information.  Most of all, he is a wonderful human being and great friend to those who need him: sharing, wise (if not patient) and unselfish.  His company makes my life bearable; I only regret that being here takes him away from those he loves so much.

And Edward, my youngest son: I miss him very much and feel utterly frustrated by the gulf in communication that exists between us.  But I am also very proud of him.  Billy tells me that he is growing in every positive way and I have all the faith in the world that he’ll recognize and appreciate the sacrifices Billy is making for him and make the most of them; and, that he will become all that he can be (I have always recognized that that could be a great deal).  Hopefully someday, while I am still around, we will bridge the gulf that for some reason separates us and he’ll let me express all the positive and loving feelings I have for him and come to enjoy accepting them. I am and have always been very proud of him.

If my life ends today, I’ll miss my sons with all my essence, I already do; in fact, I always have, even when they’re with me, but I’ll have faith that whatever they touch will be much better for their having been involved, that they make the world a much better place for all who know them and that they make me incredibly proud.

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved