21/12/2022
Let me tell you a story about my father.
When I was 9 years old (December 1987), I got deathly ill. I went from 82 pounds to 52 pounds in less than 6 weeks. I lost the ability to walk or use my hands.
I was hospitalized at Egglestons and they ran tests for several months. Once, the doctor told my dad that he thought it was a brain tumor and we are lucky that he did not file assault charges.
This went on for months and Dad was there.
He would sleep on a hospital bed in the room with me night after night. He literally carried me everywhere even when I had wet myself.
After seeing so many comments, I have to come to realize there are so many different versions of my father.
But I only know one.
And he was all the things you thought, good and bad. I'm not delusional that he was a saint. He was far from it. But he was honest about his brokenness
As we come upon this Christmas season, I ask you to put aside your pride and remember, this may be the last moment with someone you will miss next year.
I love you. God bless.
And Merry Christmas!
