Love
Love is not always seen, but it is always there.
Love is always trying to reach out
Love remembers love is there…
Today I sent an S.O.S up to my father. Within the hour he met me at the corner. He stopped right in the middle of his obligations to see what it was that I wanted. …nothing really, just your presence, just needed to see you… I rode with him while he drove a pastor, his surrogate father, around. He helped him in and out of the van, then brought him food and dropped him off at the church. He was so tired I noticed. Yet I could tell that he is committed to fulfilling a promise, no matter how late in the game.
