Love Beyond Words
Sep 24, 2022
4 minutes
By Kevin Emshoff, LODI, CALIFORNIA
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. I hadn’t been able to drift off peacefully since my stepdad, Richard, passed away a month ago. I was full of grief and plagued with regret at not ever having told him how much he meant to me. Did he know how much I loved him? I wondered. Was I as much a son to him as he was a father to me?
Richard was the only dad I’d ever known. My biological father had abandoned Mom and me when I was very young. She struggled to support us on her own and took out a lot of her frustration on me. I was a lonely kid.
Then, when
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