you’re ever ready—I’ll be here. I love you, Mom. I know I didn’t show it, but I do.”
“I know you do,” I replied. “But love without respect, without loyalty, without honor… that’s not enough. Your father taught me that. He loved me AND respected me. He honored me. He protected me. That’s what real love looks like.”
I hung up and stood in Frank’s garage,continue reading …
