I just stop.
And allow myself to realize the fact that my son
stands before the Lord Almighty.
How does a mother comprehend that?
And then it's suggested for the umpteenth time by some naive helpful friend or foe
that I should probably get over the fanciful notion of longing to be in God's presence myself and start looking for something here to fulfill my desires.
I'm not sure which is more baffling.
Either that I would believe them
that my son is really there.