Dear son:

You have my solemn word, my promise, my blood oath, that you and I will get through this. This turbulent time will end...maybe only to be traded for a new turmoil, but it will end. You and I will come through this. Your extreme emotional vulnerability will become a strength and you will learn to harness it, if I have anything to do with it. And I do. I have everything to do with it. I am not giving up and I will not let you down. You are the locus of my heart and the linchpin of my existence and we -- you and I -- will kick this thing's ass and send it cowering back into the darkness. My son I swear this. Hang on to me, because I am going in there swinging.