I grazed these subjects with him about a week before he packed up and left. He didn't say much, but I recognized that look of sudden understanding and compassion on his face. That moment when he extends grace and allows his mother to be human.
Over his last few days home he decorated my cast with a delightfully silly comic, he bought me a dozen roses, and he put his arm around me for a photo--practically unheard of for my dedicated anti-demonstrative boy.
He may have had a less than stellar summer, but he leaves with maturity and understanding that are hard won. He leaves even more grown up than when he arrived back in May, but for different reasons than anyone could have predicted.
Goodbye again, Son. I hope for your return in November.