Helping someone to communicate, be a better communicator or to put terminals into communication who were previously out of comm is Sacred. Holy. Really. It may be about as good as it gets on this planet.
Oh, it ain’t hard. Doesn’t make saints or samaritans, really. But it makes me so very happy, and not just in this generality, but in the wondereful specificity that is a person which I really care for, have cared for (-ok, loved as a father-) [(because I somehow missed out on the real thing.)]
We went out of communication due to my recommending his divorce, (I feel) and by giving warnings and admonitions which came horribly true (I think), and by my path away from my own addictiveness (I know.) But I think we mostly went out of touch because we simply were out of touch.
Things come full circle, amazingly. In moving toward awareness and away from the dark, the world becomes smaller by many degrees. There is wonder.
Maybe the next times around we can flip for father & son, or maybe we’ll just choose to be brothers today. There is love.