It is finished
In a reflection on his relationship with his father, a man wrote,
As a Child, I could always depend on my father to put life’s disasters into perspective, whether it was a broken leg or a broken heart. Years later I was devastated by a series of personal crises. Feeling helpless and overwhelmed, I spent my last $300 on a trip to Florida to see Dad.
On the final evening of my visit we stood at the end of a jetty, watching the sun settle into the Gulf of Mexico. I could no longer contain my bitterness.
“You know, Dad,” I said, “if we could take al the great moments we experience in our lifetimes and put…
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