I have always thought I was one of the luckiest guys, now I know I am. The delights of being a father are perhaps the greatest honor any person can have.
The honor of being Helens father is the greatest honor a person can have.
She and I went to eat on Sunday, our favorite steakhouse. This is the first time since my stroke. I still haven't quite managed the intricacies of holding a fork or knife in my left hand. Cutting a steak seemed like an impossible action. My aprehension must have shown. We ordered our dinner, talked and mused over the day. Dinner came. I picked up my utensils and started the hacking. I made a concerted effort and was able to get a few pieces but it was evident it was going to take awhile. Without a word Helen reached over, picked up my plate and cut my steak. Each morsel cut with precision and love. I humbly said Thank You. Helen just looked at me and said " Dad you cut my steaks and fed me for a long time, I can do the same ."
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Helens' Halos
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