Jun 07, 2006 08:01
I've lost my son. He's left to join the Traveler, taking him on a journey that I can never be a part of. I'm torn between feeling devastated and happy that he has finally found his true destiny. Jean Luc has been a rock, keeping me from burying my feelings in my work until I'm emotionally numb.
I had him laughing last night during dinner when, in my usual dramatic fashion, I enacted a scenario where I try to explain to friends and colleagues where Wesley is now. Oh he's off traveling, no not exactly in this universe. He moves through other planes of existence now. No I haven't been drinking!
The other day I found a picture of Wesley, myself and Jean Luc taken at LaBarre, Jean Luc's home in france. Wesley is smiling and proudly holding up a a huge trout. Jean Luc and I are behind him, arms around each other and I am reminded that Jean Luc has been a part of my son's life longer that Jack was. Like a splash of cold water, it hits me that I'm not the only one dealing with the loss of a son.