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When the time comes and I go to the proverbial next life 
I Will reunite with those loved and lost 
My son my mother my sister my cousin 

Then- I hope to meet my Father 
To reunite indicates a familiarity with their reality 
I had no such experience with him
Dying when I was six there were no memories to connect with 
My Mother never spoke of him and my  Sister gave me “tidbits “ years later
Surprising to me for we were very close and open and I assume it was to protect me from the pain 

Ironically-it caused more pain as a dull emptiness crept into my heart 
As I got older and became a father-the significance of the issue increased 
I became conscious of the mistakes of protection 
You should not hide children from reality 
They are much more resilient than we give them credit for 
Things held back and revealed later in life often cause more damage and resentment 
(The adoption issue is a perfect example) 
There is almost a child-like anticipation 
when I reflect on this -as well as an ironic contradiction 
I’m in no hurry to get to that next life
But I can’t wait to meet him