In 1989, my father sent me this letter while on a business trip in San Francisco.
Dear Alaina!
This is a letter for you from your father who loves you from here to heaven and back, which simply is a distance that no person can even begin to imagine, until that person has been as fortunate as I have been in being a part of your creation and your life.
Let’s always be honest and truthful with each other so we can always be close and not be separated.
Your only,
Dad
Ten years later he died of cancer.
My five brothers and sisters and I, our mother – we were shattered. Our family torn to the core. We’re still picking up the pieces. He was our rock. He was humble, modest, reserved but filled with joy and love for the world and for life. As a doctor he healed people for a living, but he also healed their souls with his eyes, his understanding and his compassion.
When I first started this blog, a brilliant commenter Tim Chard suggested I write a letter to my father. I had written about my fears of commitment, my fears of loss. Tim asked me if my father would want me to carry guilt and fear. So, here it is… it’s long, I can’t read it again because my eyes are flooded. So bear with the long form, this is just what came out. [click to continue…]
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