Dancing With My Father and Him Holding My Hand

Dancing with my father, Day 5: I am dancing with my father and he is holding my hand and I look into your eyes and ask: Dear Father, do you know, the first time I heard my teacher talk about forgiving our parents by imagining them as an innocent 5 y.o. child, I thought of you. And I gently smiled. Then I smiled broadly. Then I cried so hard I thought I was going to stop breathing. raven mahosadha

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