Taking A Moment.
From one father to another I asked what he would say to me. I felt him lean in close, to whisper in my ear. He said, ‘if you could only say one thing, what would you say to yours?’. I knew in an instant, no doubt about it. If I could only say one thing, I’d say the same thing over, and over, and over again. I’d tell them I love them every day till I’m dead. Just in case they forget it, or think they have done something that can’t be forgiven, I’d tell them again and again. Risking that it would sound insincere, risking it sounding like lip service…I’d risk it, so they wouldn’t forget that I’d do anything for them.
No sooner had I finished, the tears started to fall. I heard him say “I feel the same way son. I tell you everyday. I cry for you, like you do for yours. I laugh, I cheer, I’m your number one fan. I’m proud of you son. No doubt about it, you fill my heart with joy. If I could only say one thing, I’d say the same thing over, and over, and over again. In case you didn’t hear me yesterday, let me say it again.I love you.”