Sitting on beach with Judy, relaxing in the sun, Herbert wondered if there were other parents who had been tortured by their children.
Other parents who did their best, but reaped nothing but insult and condemnation.
Having gone back and forth over his relationship with his son Jeffrey, from the days of diapers to the last he’d seen him, there was nothing Herbert had done for which he should be condemned.
He had lived his life, from the death of his first wife, Amanda, in a cloud of guilt and recrimination as if he had done something wrong.
Free of Jeffrey, he felt blessed.