I think fate and thoughts of my son were with me. For a change of pace, I picked up a magazine laying in a bin at the hospital door. While perusing it, with great interest, I started reading one of the articles. It was a story of our soldiers in Afghanistan. But what really caught my eye??.. were the names of some of the soldiers serving alongside my son!
Then... the next evening, at my dad's bedside at the hospital, I turned that small portable tv on for him. With the sound of the monitors and the hiss of the oxygen, I suddenly heard a new sound - my dad's excited voice shouting: "Look! It's my grandson.. on tv!" A news station had published a story of soldiers training in the snowy forests of CFB Petawawa.
With worries of my dad, wherever I turned this past week, my son was with me.