Ah. My father died ten years ago. I miss him this year, but more the dad I wished he was, or the relationship I hoped we'd forge somehow, than the dad he really was. He was 67, I was 46, I thought we still had time.
these six words leapt out from the sermon I heard in church this morning. Thanks Pastor Jodi. (I attend a Baptist church which has two lady ministers on the pastoral team.)We can live with peace and joy no matter...
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lillybrook says,
I'd love to hear the backstory on this one.Undermom says,
Ah. My father died ten years ago. I miss him this year, but more the dad I wished he was, or the relationship I hoped we'd forge somehow, than the dad he really was. He was 67, I was 46, I thought we still had time.