“How can I leave now?” I looked away, not naming the sadness that tainted my daddy’s life. “You need me. Mama needs me. I need me…here.” “We’ll do fine. Folks will help out like always. If I can, I’ll take my time leaving this earth. I’ll write every week and keep you up on things. Don’t want you to fret your time at seminary about home matters. Besides, Son, this isn’t about my life; it’s about yours.”
