The four-year-old you heard his words when he said goodbye. The four-year-old you held close the promise of return they contained. The words hugged your small frame as you slept through each night awaiting his presence. Sadly, his words held a promise that couldn’t be fulfilled in the manner you as a young boy would hope. I’m certain that as he was swept away into the frosted current of snow, he thought of you. He hugged you to his heart and would until the last moment when he left the world we know.
61 years later, he drew you to the place of your birth and the country he loved. He had waited for the perfect time to caress your face once more and take your hand as a man for he never forgot his promise to return to you. He was there in Steep, at Bletchley Park, in St. Andrews, the Highlands and in St. Andrews once more. He cradled your heart again, held you close and marveled at the man you have become. He kept his promise and returned to you.
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