by Sharon Hammonds
Sunday, February 17, 2002
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She never knew what she meant to me, all she saw was a man with an unloving stare. She never saw me watching her sleeping; never saw me secretly hoping she would do well. Never saw me struggle with my demons, never heard me cry at night as I begged God to help me.
I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to show her that I loved her, but for some strange reason it was more comfortable this way. I hated arguing about her, hated that she had to overhear me call her names. I knew no better; the same was done to me, only worst.
There were times she would look me in the eyes. I would look away too ashamed of the abuse I caused her to suffer. Too afraid to say, I'm sorry for fear I would have to face her, and explain to her why I treated her so unkind. I didn't know how to speak from my heart, never was taught to say what you feel inside.
Now as I watch from Heaven, I ask God to grant her safety, and most importantly give her a loving heart. And that on each Father's Day she remembers me as the man who taught her to treasure family before it's too late.
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|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|So powerfully heart touching...|
|Reviewed by D. Enise
|This Touched me so quickly, so ~~much..I had to stop half way through reading, and wipe the tears away, I couldn't see anymore..
This is like you, could see what has been inside of my heart..Not the father, but the child..searching to find. love, desired approval within his eyes..later to become a continuation of searching..
I will read this again and again.
The fact that it touched me to the depths that it has.. has me thinking,, I have some more work to do there..
Thank you, So very much..
|Reviewed by Sharon Williamson (Reader)
|This is so sad....You wrote it well.I got goosebumps reading it.