this morning #836.

this morning, though i’d been reaching out to him every single day for the past week, i picked up my phone first thing after waking up to find that my son still hadn’t returned my calls. all i wanted was to know that he was ok. my ex hadn’t heard from him either. neither of us knew just what to do. last i’d heard, he was being the best 21st-century kerouac he could be, bouncing up & down the west coast, hitching rides with folks. the uncertainty had started to beat him up & beat him down. it was having the same effect on his mom & i. it was odd. our mutual fear of losing our only remaining child was bringing us back together years after the death of our first had driven us apart.