Oh. My son is gone. Far far away. I do not know, if I will ever see him again. It depresses me. What can I do? That is what, the young do. They fly. Why so far away?

Watch over him, my Lord. Protect him from all harm. Let him be happy, healthy, safe, secure and successful. Jesus. Walk with him, since I cannot.

He will not be here for Easter. He will not be here for the Spring or Summer.

He will not be here.