Yesterday was the birthday of my third son, Lee Rolland Smith. He died of brain cancer. He would have been fifty years old.
It was not a sad day for me for I believe he finished what he came here to do and is now doing what he is supposed to do now.
It was a reflective and solemn day for me. I was not with him when he was born for I was reporting from Vietnam at the time. I was with him when he died; a place no father or mother should ever be.