This is the week that my son, Will, goes to Ecuador. We've been busy gettin' his bags together. He's got his bug spray, guns (just kiddin'), diarrehea medicine, long pants (no shorts!..threat of cholera!) and all dat shit. They are carrying down medical supplies and have worked out a play to perform. Will is Jesus.
It's gonna be hard on me, harder than letting him drive off on his on with his brand new license.
Hell, he's never been on a plane before! But I tell him, "you'll be fine, they do it every day", meaning the flying. That's what I tell myself when I fly.
I remember thinking back to when Grace was pregnant with him and wondering, "Do I really wanna bring a child into this world full of killers, assholes, stress, ignorance, insincerity and downright mean-ness? And then I told myself, "well..maybe this kid can at least help in some way to change all that!" I had no idea how right I could be.