To My Father

To all who need forgiveness, especially to forgive oneself

As a preschooler, I vividly remember a time that my older siblings were learning about WWII. There was a discussion at the dinner table about the war. My father was silent. My brothers in particular were trying to get him to talk about it.¹ He refused. He never spoke of the war.

As a precocious 4 year old, I ran up to my father and squealed, "Daddy, did …