Where were you when...

There was a man who had only one son. No other children just his one son whom he loved dearly.  The mans wife had died during child birth so in a sense all he had left was his one son. People would tell the mans son that he had the strength of his father but the kind and genlte heart of his mom. He was the kin of guy that would be your friend no matte what and would always be there if you needed him. But the one thing the boy loved more than anything else was his father. Instead of watching tv at night they would sit out on the back porch and his Dad would tell him stories of  his mother while the little boy fell asleep in his lap. One day when then little boy was walking to school for his first day of 5th grade something tragic had happened. It was a rainy day and the boy was struck by a drunk driver. By the time the father had made it to the hospital it was too late...the boy had died. To make matters worse the authorities were never able to catch the man who had killed the little boy. The father was stricken with grief his wife had died and now he lost the only thing in the world that had made his life worth living. He would sit alone on the porch at night crying holding a picture of his little boy that they, had taken during a yankees game.  He seldom went out and if he did he would avoid contact with people and just get what he needed and go back home and stare at the picture of his boy.  The father was so upset that he left the planning of his sons funeral to his pastor who was kind enough to do it.  When the day of the funeral came the father had shown up to the church drunk and would burst out in tears from time to time. At the reception he talked to no one and just sat motionless in his chair. After all the mourners had left he stood at his sones grave sight all day and a good way throught the night. Finally as if prompted by the churping crickets he began to yell and curse god. "Where were you?!" he cried Why didnt you do something?! "Where were you when the drunk got behind the wheel?" "Where were you when my son died in the hospital?!" "Couldnt you have at least let me say goodbye?" the man was crying uncontrollably, tears were streaming down his face as he looked and shouted "Well!! Arent you gonna answer me all powerful God?" "WHERE THE WERE YOU?!" The man sank to his knees, he felt like he was gonna vomit from all of the crying and screaming he rested his head in his hands sobbing constantly repeating the words "where were you?". He sat there waiting for an answer but nothing came. the man was angry and was getting ready to leave when he saw a light. It wasnt a blinding light but it was enought to get his attention. It was like a bright star in the night sky. There came a loud booming voice
 "Do not despair".
 "Are you kidding me?"the dad said "My son has been taken from me he is dead the only thing i had left and he was wrenched form my arms" "Where were you on that one God? Huh! You gonna answer? Where were you?"
"I was in the same place I was in the day MY son was murdered" the voice said.
Then the light disappeared and the night was calm and quiet.