A couple of weeks ago, my friend and I went out to dinner with my brother and sister-in-law and they were so excited to meet our dad, and he was in tears when he got to see us.
They wanted to go up and hug him, but he couldn’t because he had a severe asthma attack.
So they left.
When we got home, I found my dad sitting on the couch crying.
I asked him what was wrong, and his response was that he was afraid that his son was going to die.
I thought to myself, What can I do to make this okay for my son?
So I wrote him a letter, which he signed and I gave to my husband and I got it sent to him.
He told me to go to him and tell him what had happened.
My husband went up to him that night and he said, “What did you do?”
I said, I’m not sure, I just felt bad for him.
And he said that I was crying and he had to leave, but I just wanted him to know that I really didn’t feel bad.
He just wanted to know what was going on, so I went to my office and told him.
My doctor gave me an asthma test, which showed that he had not had asthma.
So that was the first time that I’d ever felt so helpless.
The next day I called him and I said that he could come back if he was okay with it.
He said, okay, I’ll go.
But it was so upsetting for him that he wasn’t okay with that.
And the next day, he called me, and I told him that my husband was not okay with having me talk to him about it, and that I couldn’t do it anymore.
My wife called me the next morning, and she said, What are you doing?
And I said I’m going to call my doctor.
And that’s when he came into my office, and it was the worst thing that he’s ever done to me.
I cried for three hours.
Then I said to him, I want to be honest.
I can’t do this.
He apologized and said that it’s just something that happens to me all the time, and then he left.
And I don’t know if he’s apologized or not, but it really made me feel really terrible.
He’s such a wonderful man, and a loving father, and such a good person.
I have a huge amount of empathy for the person that he is.
I don, too, and this was a terrible, horrible thing for him to do.
The reason I want people to know this is because I really feel bad about this, and so I’m just trying to make it right for him, because I know that he has a heart of gold.
My brother and I had this very, very challenging relationship.
My father was a very strict father who was very strict with us, and we never got along with him.
We were a good family, but there were a few issues that I think he was not happy with.
My mom and I were a little bit of an anomaly in the family.
My dad was a good-hearted person, and my mom had a lot of problems with him, and our relationship wasn’t very good at all.
I never felt like I was getting the love and affection from him.
So we had this weird family dynamic.
We both had a good life and were very happy, and yet, we weren’t close.
My parents weren’t going to put us in this house together, because we were a very different family.
We had a different kind of culture, a different way of living, and things weren’t always going our way.
My mother said, We have to give you this because it’s a special gift, and if you don’t want to do it, then don’t.
So my father had to be extremely strict with my mother and me.
We didn’t talk to one another, we didn’t have a lot in common, and everything was so different from his perspective.
My family was very conservative, so that was a big problem.
And my father was so strict that he would never go to a church, which was really weird because I was going there on Christmas and he went to church every Sunday.
I didn’t know that, and now I realize that he didn’t want me to have any religious experience.
I also think that it was really hard for him when I was a child to let go of me because I wasn’t as good as he was.
My brothers and I would cry together and we would all cry together, and sometimes he would tell me to get up and go to church because it wasn’t really happening in his family.
But that was really tough for him because he was so conservative, and also I think that I needed a way to let him know that my family