Dad became again the tender soul he always was

A great redemption story

After some years in the wilderness

He was so proud of me his son

He carried so much love in him

& interest in his children’s & grandchildren’s lives & ideas

We were each encouraged to express & defend our opinions

We knew we were special

Born raised in the light of the extraordinary love of my father & mother

We were not average

We were raised in profound love

The good, the bad

But love profound

The kind of thing makes you float 20 foot high in the air

We didn’t need to look around for approval

We knew, we know who we are.

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