It was a response to yesterday's post about the first man I ever loved - my Dad.
What powerful words. They were a gift. And I'll second her confession.
I'm still learning to love him. And my mom has been gone 25 years, and I'm still learning how to love her, too.
My dad is 94 today. Being 94 isn't all that easy. But it is beautiful to me. And so are the emails from my readers who let me know my words touch them. Thank you.