stuckbetweenStations.

On saying difficult things to sweet people:

It’s become clear that a conversation around these parts has to happen & sooner, rather than later. Am anxious simply because I know precisely how what I have to say will impact the other & while it can’t be avoided or said in such a way that won’t sting a bit, I’d like to do this even half as well as my father did. This is from an e-mail from my Mama. I want to make them both proud. That matters.

“Dad was always good at counseling people.  Or so he said and he must have been because everybody respected him!  He was straight forward in what he expected but was also interested in how they felt and what they thought.”

Further proof that my father was, in fact, a superhero. More than human.

Better.