Earlier today, my sister and I were sharing about our father who is a man of a few words; I had sent him something I wrote bc I wanted him to know I was grateful for him. My sister shared about some elements of his past and how she understands why he is how he is. I thought, “life’s funny—how we have to get so much older to better understand and appreciate our parents.”

Reading this—I sensed your love, admiration and sorrow for what war did to your precious father. The price is too high—and the honor and tribute you pay to him is absolutely touching.

You teach me as the magnificent writer you are: we don’t need many words to say what we need to—and even with those few “tweets” you cut straight to my heart and made me want to hug your dad and say: thank you.

Beautiful piece SK. ⭐️