One of the things I'm sorry about is that I never really talked to my father. I remember once, that I asked my dad about God and he told me that God is everywhere ... in the rocks, in the trees, even in the ground. Now I wonder was my father into "New Thought" or metaphysics? I'll never know, because I didn't ask him enough. My father's dad committed suicide when my father was eight, and I've been thinking of how much of a shock that must have been. After thinking all this over, I asked my son Ryan to come over and talk with me.
Again, I think it is such a shame that I do not have personal records of my ancestors. Who were they? What were they thinking? What were their lives like? What I wouldn't give to know more about my ancestors and their lives. Of my ... Log in or subscribe to continue reading.
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