He watched Sam nestling into his mother, supporting her and taking comfort from her. So young, so strong, Sam was his legacy and he was so proud. Sam would do special things, wonderful things, Jack had no doubt, and if he would allow himself one sadness it was that he would miss these things, for to deny this sadness would be to deny Sam’s potential. Sam had battled through his father’s controlling nature, his mother’s submissive nature, and was the most well-balanced individual that Jack knew. This little boy had stepped into some of their fiercest rows and delivered such plain and simple truths that it left them breathless. And the love that he felt for people was so strong and clear, without prejudice, he was in a hundred ways what Jack aspired to be but had failed. And it was so deeply in his nature, this wasn’t something that would disappear with growing cynicism. In fact cynicism was about the only thing that made Sam angry. In this boat now, rising above all of the sadness that Jack felt at what he would miss, was utter happiness at what he had half created in Sam, at what Sam would contribute to the world.
Day 19
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