Memories of our son Frank Ruiz Jr

I thought I heard you coming down the steps again yesterday. And, for that wonderful millisecond...believed that it was you. It still amazes me that I can genuinely believe it is you, for that flash of time. That flash is like seeing into another time just before your intellect can get you back on the road....Does that make sense? I can't articulate the clarity of that everlasting moment...I just want to lose myself in that place where you still are....