Hi. We hardly know each other. And I know this won’t mean much coming from a stranger like me, but I have to say it: I’m sorry for what you’re going through. I mean it. I am sorry. I’m sorry about the big and the little things that happen to you. I’m sorry you didn’t […]About You
Daddy didn’t write much, but he listened, paid attention, prayed, and often teared up when he thought about the plights of others. He loved people, young and old, rich or poor,without a doubt, whether they thought they needed extra love or not.
I honestly never saw him angry. Frustrated sometimes, but never full blown punch-you-in-the-face angry. I loved Daddy. I regret both not telling him enough that he was, indeed, loved with every part of my being.
I wish I could have been more like him.
Thank you, Sean.