FATHER'S DAY

When Kesh was pregnant with Roo, we used to imagine what it might be like to have him here with us. I was quietly sure that I would be a father to a son.

I remember so clearly the moments he entered this world. His journey was a wild one, lasting two nights and near on two days. Through my tears, I remember looking into Kesh's eyes and telling her 'it's a boy, it's a boy'.

'He's a boy...'

While Kesh was recovering, in the moments after delivery, Roo was placed on my bare chest. His head rested on my heart. While I struggled to comprehend what had happend, Roo lifted his head and looked into my eyes. He gazed softly but with surety, before laying his head back on my chest. 'I know you,' he was saying.

I already know my life will never be the same as it was. And it's for this change that I'm most grateful. For the little man, I hold in my arms and for the ultimate sacrifice Kesh made to bring him here.