It wasn't their first fight. Like most fathers and sons they had their disagreements. But this time, something was different. A line had been crossed that had never been crossed before. They sat there, staring at each other, both realizing they were in new territory, neither of them sure that they really wanted to be there.

No one remembers who broke the silence and spoke first, but it moved quickly from there. No one remembers just how long the fight continued. But everyone remembers that moment when it was clearly over. Words had been said that could not be unsaid. Those words were just hanging there over the kitchen table, and hanging there so loudly that it was clear that no further words would be heard. Instead of speaking, the son pushed his way back from the table, walked over to g…