I would just like to take a time-out and bow in deference and wonder to my son, the mini Goth. I've always held him in the greatest admiration but probably didn't tell him enough. Goths are a bit silent in that regard - until it's too late.
It's never easy when your parents seperate but he's coped. Alright, coped isn't really the word - managed I guess.
I read an e-mail from him and went from misery to joy in seconds (yes, like the title)
I was blown away by his intelligence - so much so, that it made me cry (and I have bloody witnesses). I am so proud to even know this person, let alone be related in any way.
If I could be only half the man that he is, I would be happy.
DUDE - YOU FUCKING ROCK
(which isn't Goth at all but is the best I can come up with for now that doesn't involve love, or rabbits or taking the piss out of the bible)
Sorry.... have to bugger off and get some more tissues now