The accidental death of my dad occurred when I was six years old. That traumatic loss left a gap, an emotional hole in my heart that has never repaired. I am damaged goods; and, I have learned, so are most people in one way or another. (I have not met, to date, a person spared from an affliction caused by a past experience with another person.)
Today I want to thank the men in life that have kindly stood by me through daily struggles, understanding the necessity for me to have a strong, compassionate male … fair or not fair has not been debated with me … they have taken on the role as friend and protector.
I lost one special friend this past year who demonstrated character and integrity always toward me. I know that he was a blessing. When I grappled with an issue, he would say: “Straighten your back and do what is right for you.” He never said I was wrong (although most often I was : ). He was neither offended nor indignant by my divergent point of view. He liked me as I was and told me so.
Not a day goes by that something he has said to me throughout my years of knowing him as friend does not pop into awareness. I can only hope that when I am gone, someone can say the same about me.
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