For five years my dad lived with me. At 95 he was still mowing my lawn and Fixing me buckwheat cakes for Supper. Every Sunday he faithfully Accompanied me to church. He held onto my arm as I led him Around the corridor to our spot behind The sound booth. One Sunday my friend Patti greeted us as We were sitting in our pew. "I just love your daughter," she said. "I do too," he answered. I was stunned. His response was the closest he had ever Come to saying he loved me. He had never learned how. I doubt that his stoic German parents had Ever spoken those words to him. Every day my dad showed me by his Actions that he loved me, but I'm Thankful that just once he was almost Able to tell me. |