A Father's Lament

My Son Thomas was only a little boy the last time I saw him. He died during an outbreak of Pox in 1868. Thanks to Lorena, I only made it back there after he died. I wish I could have been there. He was a bright boy with a bright future. A Father should never outlive his Son, this is one regret that I will carry with me for eternity, or till the True Death.