“Momma, we will visit tomorrow,” I said as I reached up to take her hand from my face and clasp it in mine. “Come on now. Walk me to the car.”
The three of us turned toward the front door. As we got to the door, I turned back and said, “Bye, Daddy.”
He said nothing but simply reached for his Bible and opened it again. I had long since learned to just let it go and walk away. I had long ago accepted that I was never going to get the father’s love that I wanted and needed. I only hoped one day that I might be able to give to a son of my own what had been withheld from me.
The three of us went on to the car, and when we got there, I turned and took Momma’s hand.
“Momma,” I said urgently. “If you need anything, anything at all, you let me know, and stop sending money to me or to Christ Bea
