Commentaries by Cynthia

This is something I would like to dedicate to my father. Sometimes a song will simply hit the spot.

Dear Father,

I love you, Dad. And I forgive you for whatever grievances I have held onto for so many years. But I also feel sorry for you. It can’t be easy to have a daughter who rejects so much of what you believe in; no easier than it is to have one who writes about personal family matters in front of the world. Perhaps if I’d gotten some counseling in my childhood, the writer in me would not have been born. So I don’t know whether to thank you or criticize you for telling me to suck it up and be strong, because out of those military-sounding commands, I learned to go inward and discover my own connection to God.