My Son Scott

By Phyllis Johnson

I'll try to talk about my husband and our only son, the first born of our three children. We have not known his whereabouts for almost two years.

My husband passed away last year but up until that time, he was trying to trace him. Of course, I do not have the money to continue the search.

I must state that in 1978 when our son, Scott, was of age, my husband and I terminated our 24-year marriage, amicably, in divorce. Our son remained with me until he was 47 years old at which time I entered our Hebrew Home and his father had his third wife.

Scott knew at least six months in advance that I was to enter the home. During that time Iting occasionally asked him what he would do when my apartment was sold. He would always say, "I'll stay with a friend." Since this was all the information he wished to divulge, I questioned no further.

The night we parted was during the week of his 47th birthday. We kissed goodbye and expressed our love for one another and wished each other well. I gave him $200, which was all I could give him, to tide him over.

I have not seen nor heard from him since. But I have been told that since I have never received a police report, he is not in any trouble.

About the Author: Phyllis Johnson lives in Riverdale, New York. She painted this cat and the Statue of Liberty image published on this blog.