Watched His Words

"Your father doesn't quite know how to reach you. He wants to. He wants to communicate with you. He wants to make a real connection with you, he just doesn't know how. He fears that he may hurt you somehow. Where that fear comes from, I am not sure. He handles you with care and a certain regard for the gentle person that you clearly are."

"I can understand that, I just never realized that until now. Of course you are right. You really got all that from listening to him talk to me in his round about way?" Randy questioned. He fought back tears in the sober realization that his father loved him so much, so much so that he watched his words so carefully when speaking with him. The level of respect was also disarming, but comforting, calming, reassuring and a blessed long awaited relief, all at the same time.

The love he instantly felt for his father was so immense he felt as if his heart had grown another size larger. Perhaps it had. Yes, it definitely had! Then, as if the clouds had lifted over a city that had always known nothing but rain, there was a warm peace inside his heart, that no other person, place or thing could replicate.

He had always imagined his father to be incapable of that kind of love, and he also felt that, somehow and for some unknown reason, he was undeserving of such an unconditional love. 

It took Randy nearly dying to reach that level in their relationship.