My proudest Fathers Day

My son, Greggory, is in Canada.  He is a Student Ambassador.  He is 11 years old.  Fathers Day is Sunday.    I am faced with a double-edged sword.  I am sad that Greggory will not be here with me on Fathers Day. I have Malry. I know this( The guilt from this not feeling like enough is a whole different story for a different time)  but I am going to miss Greggory. While missing him will be pretty strong, it will pale in comparison to how proud I feel to say that he is not here because he is traveling in another country.  My 11 year old son is in a different country doing things I will never experience. This boy of mine, my legacy, will be more than I have ever been.  He will leave his mark on the world. I thank God that he is my mark.  I thank God that he is mine.