"For you is the greatest gift of my life" Dear Dad,
how to find the words to tell you how much I right? When I was conceived, it was for love. Among the many seeds that were running for gaining the right of primogeniture in the mysterious egg of the mother, I come first. I have greatly desired, I really wanted you as a father.
your touch on the belly of the mother I feel every day, full of love. And how many prayers with your big hand when you knew of my deformity of my imminent death in the womb. How much determination to say "abortion is not talked about either. It is our son, "when the doctors you envisage it. And how much strength you gave to my mother, to accompany me along the way, day after day. How many rosaries shelled, how much trust that God would really give me life, if only he had wanted. What joy when, in spite of dire predictions, my situation changed. Your prayers have been and still remain: "Thank you, Lord, for giving me back my son."
confidence to go forward, although you know very well that I was an Easter egg: apparently wrapped in bright colors and fiocconi pending, but inside I was like ...? I could do things other children?
I'd bring to play football? I'd heard, seen running? Do not you care about: "I love you, my son," was the leitmotif of waiting.
The day of my birth, you were out to pray with your friends. When you saw me in the incubator, your tears have wet the lens of the camera with which you were trying to steal the first moments of life to show her mother and sisters. I had four days when couldst touch me and take me in your arms for the first time.
Dad, you were with me at every step, every surgery. Your messages of hope helped her mother, and enabled it to withstand the seven months of continuous hospitalization and uncertainties.
The first time I crawl, your face has become like that of the children before Santa's Gift Shop Christmas ... and when I walked, you have also cried as his mother.
Dear Dad, now you are unemployed for a year. The uncertainty is so great, yet in the house smiling and joking. At every meal comes your gratitude to God Providence, not to worry, because if I forget to pray, do you remember me.
Today your little boy of 8 years, I am proud to look like much: I have faith in life, I smile and draw lessons from my weaknesses.
The other day you showed me your photo of elementary school ... to make fun of me, and told me: "what are you doing in this picture?". I looked, and I answered: "In this picture there is one identical to me but not me." It was you. Like you very much, my dad, and I am proud, because you for me if the reflection of God's love
Your beloved son, Jonah |
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