Haunted

As I have driven around my town today I have seen a couple different young men on the streets who were in varying states of uncleanliness and engagement with the world (one was talking to himself and one looked lost in his own world) and I think to myself:

"will this be my son in 5 years?"

These young men haunt me and in doing so remind me that what's ahead isn't always going to be easy for my son or for myself. My hope is that the course of schizophrenia in my son won't be so cruel but the reality is, it already has been.

And so I am forever haunted.