Honest answer:

I'd spend the day fishing with my son, and before I died, I'd explain to him 'why' I had to leave. I'd do my best to make him understand, and help him cope with losing his dad at such an early age.

Afterwards, I'd take him to his mothers, tell him that I love him, then leave him with my most treasured item. (Something I won't disclose to you guys)

I'd then go home, cry myself to sleep, and 'hopefully' wake up in heaven, where I can once again play dodge ball with the angels, and where I could perhaps peek in on my sons life.

If I ever find him in a time of struggle, I'd beg God to let me be among those who will help supply the strength to help him (My son) make it through...

Good question, Owl!