Having been both a father and a son means that there are people on either end of the spectrum of existence that have claimed a stake in the soil of your soul and when they are gone they are missed. There's not a day that goes by where I don't miss both my father and my son. One has moved out and the other has moved on. Somewhere in the middle here we are. Now my son works in the same place where my Dad carried me around on his shoulders in the pic below. Britain gets up before dawn and took this pic of the Magic Kingdom and the castle in the distance on a quiet cool morning. I'm so proud of him. There's something of that place that meant a lot to my Dad and that my son cares for it now is fitting. Sorry to drag you along on this personal journey but thanks for reading.
