Stiff wrinkled knees trap the desire to stand, forcing him to remain seated. Weathered and gnarled hands find each other, sliding together to form soft clapping, over and over again. Expressing no words, the rhythm of each joining of palms a testament to the deep gratitude within. Beneath white bristly brows, ice blue eyes water with tears, sitting precariously on lashes, waiting to run down his ruddy cheeks. A son’s youth missed from years away from home, he looks upon the so familiar face in front of him. A simple clapping of hand to shoulder, father conveys to son the sadness twined with regret. The son’s smile conveys the understanding and forgiveness. Each man giving an invisible ovation to the other.