PART 15 – THE EMBRACE I WAITED TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS TO FEEL The man slowly turned toward me. Time stopped. The gray beard. The deep lines across his face. The scar running from his temple into his hair. The slight limp in his left leg. He looked nothing like the father frozen in my childhood photographs……………..
And yet… he looked exactly like him. His eyes filled with tears before mine did. Neither of us spoke. For nearly a minute… we simply stood there on opposite ends …
PART 15 – THE EMBRACE I WAITED TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS TO FEEL The man slowly turned toward me. Time stopped. The gray beard. The deep lines across his face. The scar running from his temple into his hair. The slight limp in his left leg. He looked nothing like the father frozen in my childhood photographs…………….. Read More