God Bless My Son

Sunday night my son came over to the house to tell me how worried he and some of his friends were about me.  He was so sincere and so caring.  He told me I need to get out more, that his dad wouldn't want me to be so sad, that I need to get a new job because the one I have is so boring and unchallenging.  God bless him.  I couldn't have wished for a better son.  But he just doesn't understand how hard it is to lose half of you.  I told him I had so many memories with Gene and now I have no one to share them with.  I told him how I want to talk about Gene but everytime I do I start crying (like I am right now). He told me to call him when I wanted to talk about his dad, that he would listen no matter what.