My Hand

“For how shall I go up to my father, and the lad be not with me? lest peradventure I see the evil that shall come on my father.” Genesis 44:34 KJV
After all the ceremonies, his body guard took him to Union Station in Washington DC where he would board a train to head home. The ex-President was now, literally, just an average American. If I stayed there any longer, I knew I would feel the pain of their hand slipping out of mine. “Take me! Take me! I just can’t bear my father’s pain over the loss of another son. It will kill him and it will be my fault because I didn’t take extra good care of his youngest son,” he would beg.

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