Just after supper, the day before I was to leave my childhood home of Cincinnati, Ohio for the bright lights of New York City, I sat with my father on our front porch admiring his perfectly manicured lawn.
Just as the sun was about to set, my father humbly said, “I have a little something for you.”
Before I could say anything, he placed in my hands a beautiful clay sculpture of a Garden Pagoda, an Asian-styled gazebo, a symbol of our mutual love for gardening. Seeing the emotion that was coming over me, he lovingly added, “Do you see that? The door is open.”
Speechless, I nodded.
“These doors will always be open to you.” He said, not being able to hold back the tears. “You will always be welcomed home.”
“Thanks Dad!” I said, tearing up as well as I hugged him as tight as I could. “I love you, Pop!”
“I love you too Son.” He said hugging me back.
If you were to ask me to describe unconditional love to you I believe I would begin here…(to be continued)
Copyright 2008 Rob Gruber