Time Lost--And Found

I have a photograph of my son Rob a week before his fifth birthday, sitting in the backseat of our car. He's smiling in his winter coat, his blond hair peeking out of his Yankee cap. I think he was happy to be with me that cold bright Sunday afternoon. We both were looking forward to spending the weekend together. The picture was taken outside a liquor store near his home. I had no idea that this would be the last time I'd see him until I stopped drinking.