I remember a time, years and years and years ago.
Something had made me angry. Made me furious. I can’t remember today what it was. But I can taste the fury that was coursing thru my brain.
You came into my room. In the midst of the storm. You sat me down on the edge of my bed. And you turned and quietly gave me a very long hug. With your arms around your sobbing son. With your hand behind his head.
And the storm passed. It was all better. Whatever it was.