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Post by Nicole on Sept 19, 2006 10:51:25 GMT -5
My daddy knew just what to say when I told him the news of the kids. He was the only one that probably could have taken a large loss in my life and made it better in just a few words.
Maybe because when he said those words, the air in my lips that was passing through my throat as I breathed became stale. I held my breath for a moment and I didn't know how to respond. It was an ackward moment. A moment when I realised just how much loss my father has had in his life. A moment when all things came together for me and I realised that I was right to have forgiven him for all of the past. For all of the things that he did to us kids. In that one moment that left me breathless, and speachless. One man said three words that changed my perspective on him, and myself. They were probably the most comforting words that I'd ever heard. Ones that I will never forget. Especially from someone that hasn't really been very good at being around for me ever.
The words? after having told my father that I lost the kids. "I'm proud of you."
I don't think that anyone in my life has ever managed to take my breath away until now.
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