Missing My Sons

Monday was my first day back to work.  Everyone told me it would be so hard, that there would be tears, that I would cry all the way to work.

The day was an adjustment, but I didn't feel it was too hard.  I waited for the tears to come, but they didn't.

That night I was driving home after my group and the tears finally came.

But they weren't for Vinny.

They were for Alfy.

You see, a few hours of missing my living, breathing, second son pales in comparison to the lifetime of missing my first son.