Today my father held my hands in his to pray. We haven't done that since I was a little girl, but somehow the situation called for it. He started crying mid sentence and that broke my heart to pieces; he hadn't cried since his grandmother died - a time so long ago that I wasn't even born. I was reminded then, that there are things in life that we cannot change, but that we can change the way we react to them.
My father has always been a rather kindly man, but he used to have a short temper. In the past couple of years, he took to a lot of prayer and meditation, and though still impatient, he is now very much a changed man. I have to remember that no matter how tough it gets, it will always be tougher for him to see us through it, and that no matter what I do, I have to try and make it easier.
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