I closed the phone.
I sat on the floor, back against the sofa, and I wrote in a notes app I keep just for him. The note said:
Not a finished man.
I paused. Honest answer? I don’t know anymore. I was raised with the resurrection story—the stone rolled away, the empty tomb. Now I’m something vaguer. A hopeful agnostic. A father who wants his son to have wonder without walls.
I closed the phone.
I sat on the floor, back against the sofa, and I wrote in a notes app I keep just for him. The note said: proud father v0 13 0 easter westy
Not a finished man.
I paused. Honest answer? I don’t know anymore. I was raised with the resurrection story—the stone rolled away, the empty tomb. Now I’m something vaguer. A hopeful agnostic. A father who wants his son to have wonder without walls. I closed the phone