I put tefillin on him and had him read the Shema. When he finished I put his hand on his son's head and told him to repeat the traditional blessing that father's say when blessing their children but he couldn't do it.
As soon as I put his hand on the boy's head he had to struggle to hold back the tears. His voice quivered. The boy picked up on the emotion right away and quickly put his head on his father's chest. That did it. The father broke down crying.
He cried and he cried and the boy cried, too. I waited but he couldn't stop. Every time he tried to say a word he broke down crying again. Finally, still crying, I helped him to take off the tefillin. They walked away with the father's arm tightly hugging the boy. Okay, so he didn't get to say the words, but the son definitely got the blessing.