The Story of The Good Son

In brief: It’s not me, its the son of my Neighbor Mike. Mike Jr. and his wife have closed down their house and come from Springfield with his wife to move into the house for up to year to ease the transition of his Parkinsonian mother who isn’t ready to leave her house of 40+ years.

I’m blown away. The Good Son, I am not, and don’t know if I’ll ever be, but Mike Jr. was raised right with a happy family and good values so he seems genuinely happy to be back in St. Louis and taking care of his mom. His wife Suzie began work on the Mike Sr’s Garden yesterday, and we are happy that life has appeared next door once again.

The Good Son, another Avatar, along with Fatherhood, that seems so alien to me. It’s probably not too different from Good Husband, which I am, but still that’s a commitment I can’t ever see myself doing. Perhaps is merely an offshoot of being a good person, and I may end up one day taking on that role.

But this post is less about me and is more about the honoring of Mike and Suzie for being Good Children. I think what they are doing is fantastic and I just want to tell the world even though you will never meet them. Bravissimo Mike and Suzie!