What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

My husband so often reminds me of my son.  With his body language, comments he delivers, and some of the choices he makes.  Both smart, funny and capable guys.  Two tall, blue-eyed, handsome men. Yesterday, over a leisurely breakfast outdoors.  Commenting aloud to my husband about him balancing precariously on his chair.  With that grin on his face and gleam in his eyes, throwing out the cheeky comeback of, "What could possibly go wrong?".  Indeed.  Words that could easily have been spoken by my son.  Reflecting that happy-go-lucky attitude. Providing us with another opportunity for full blown laughter.  To the point of tears.  Words to hold on to for subsequent smiles. 

Last Known Photo

When I first saw the photo, I could hardly believe my eyes.  The last known picture taken of my son. February 20th.  Standing at the ocean's edge looking directly into the camera held by his best friend.  Arms stretched out wide.  The ever present sunglasses obscuring the expression in his eyes.  A barely perceptible grin on his face replacing that 1000 watt smile seen in most other shots.  What is his pose implying?  Behold.  Here I am.  Come take me, I am ready.  I am connected to all of this.  Look at all this magnificence.  I embrace the world.  Some of this or none of it?  I will never be sure of what he was thinking or feeling in that moment, but I will continue to wonder.

(Posted as my Facebook profile picture today)