If I were to call my son right now, here is what I would say: I miss you, and I think about your happiness but not every day, and I would love to meet your child, really I would love to see you both. We could catch up, and your child could see the corpse flower. I know you didn’t force me to choose, just as I know some mornings I wake up certain I made the wrong choice. I’m sorry. I know you study birds, I know everything there is to know about you.
