Reconcile Magazine March 2019

We hardly spoke during the two day 1100 mile drive up the interstate. I can’t recall any of our conversations; nothing.
I do remember walking to my barracks, turning and seeing my father wiping tears from his eyes as he got in the taxi
to go to the airport. Moments before he had given me a hug, the kind of hug I remembered 40 years later as I sit waiting
for a train to take me home from work.
He hugged me and said, “I love you son.” I don’t remember anything else. I just remember him getting in the taxi
wiping tears off his face.
The taxi drove off.
We had a falling away the last 30 years of his life. He passed away.
I realize as I sit waiting for the train with tears streaming down my face, emotions spilling from my guts that sometimes
words speak louder than actions.
I have fallen in love with written words. I love to write. I’m not very adept with spoken words or actions. I do know
words are an effective tool for communicating emotion.
I grew up a broken man in many respects but I know that my father loved even in my brokenness.
When I doubt the love of my heavenly Father I remember those words; “That’s my boy! I love you son.”
By William Michael Cuccia, Author of Hope Books
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