|| Nicholson is getting older now and sees his son growing. Nicholson is sick, like his father once was. He feels distance growing between himself and his son. It's fall and there are many blowing leaves outside. ||
Years have past. Nicholson is older. The years show on his face like war medals. So many stories to tell. As he looks around his hospital room he's reminded of the sanctity of life.
His years read across his mind like an open book. He thinks to himself about those who've left him. Those who have deliberately left him and those who have been taken. The emotional content of the thought is vast as he begins to think about how those around him feel.
He thinks about his family and the need to make amends for past struggles. He's wronged his children; he's lost the romanticism in his relationship with his wife. The thoughts strike many chords within in him.
He focuses on Jordan. Oh, the things he wishes he could change! If only he could go back all those years and support his son like he deserved at every twist and turn of life. The missed soccer game, the skipped conversations during Jordan’s failing adolescent relationships, how Nicholson didn’t answer Jordan’s phone calls, and now he feels like he’s too far removed to rectify his actions.

Tears well in Nicholson's eyes as he's overtaken by guilt. The thoughts subside and he thinks of his own future. With the diagnosis of only months to live, there's an urgency for him to bring his family back together.
The hospital phone rings. "Hello?" Nicholson says, "Who is this?" "Dad?"
"It's Jordan. Care for a visit?" Nicholson stutters out of disbelief and musters up the courage to say "Yeah, son, that would be great. See you soon." There's something bigger happening. Jordan hasn't called him in months. Nicholson is forced to simply stare at the wall as he toils over what to say to his son.
Moments pass and then Jordan walks in the door with an old book by his side. Without saying any words, Jordan walks over to his dad and hands him the book. There's no title, there are no defining marks, but Nicholson knows without a doubt what it is. It's his journal. The journal from the period of time his father died. So much pain, so much agony, so many hateful words filled the pages. "Why does Jordan have this?" Nicholson thought. "What's his play? Is he trying to show me how much pain I've put him through?" Then, all at once, Jordan (now with eyes full of tears as he's been watching his dad's turmoil), with all of his strength, grabs his dad for an embrace. Oh how Nicholson's heart has ached for this moment.
Through the tears Jordan mutters, "I love you, Dad." All is right with the world. Nicholson realizes that, beyond what he could have foreseen, life comes full circle. Full of gratitude for his time here, Nicholson thanks God for a chance to make amends with his son.

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