May I first extend my prayer of love to you. I have known better the dread of Father’s Day than I have known anything else. I hate both Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, but I always try to unlearn and retrain myself.
The kindest gift my earthy father ever gave me was his death. His lying mouth finally silenced against me. His curses removed. His lurking evil, dark presence eliminated. Those are not easy words to type, but they are truthful.
I just want to send my love to every person who, on this side of eternity, will not have the real love of an earthy father, to the person who will never know a father’s protective love or the gentle caress of a caring hand.
I love you. I am sorry.
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