Eschatology

Four years ago today our lives as we knew them ended. Raising children, we worried about them when they were sick, when they were hurt, when they were late coming home, but the nameless dread of being a parent is so much more than I would ever have imagined. I learned that through long, terrifying hours at Lahey, after the horrific site of my car wrapped around a tree, the roof and doors peeled back so that the Lexington Fire crew could extract Nicholas, Frank and Paul. So many dreams ended that night, so much new reality was born. The falcon cannot hear the falconer.