But I concluded that this might not be.
There was no woman whom I knew or had ever met with that I could love as your mother loved your father and as he loved her.

So I resigned myself to my fate.

I must go my lonely road on to the end.

And then came a ray of light into my darkness: there was you.

Though you might not feel like a son to me--I could not expect it when the memory of that sweet relationship was more worthily filled.