December 10, 2013
December 10, 2013
I do speak often about the loss of my father. To be an only son is something only a few can understand. To share a name is even more telling. Each day I live and action I take is a testament to the fact that he and my mother gave me life. I am a reflection of the generations that came before me. My father loved me. I know because he took the time to tell me. My lost today is profound. Two years ago begin my journey with one less person who knew me before I knew myself. If I am worthy I will see him on the other side.