Since he was very young, my son Antonio would call to me from our front porch many evenings. He wanted me to sit and watch the sky as the sun set with him. It was the special time we had together. The chorus of pinks, oranges and purples would glow in the heavens. I still sit frequently to watch the sun set, but now with my youngest son. It’s bittersweet…I know he is watching down on us.
