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A spiritual comment and prayer to start the day with Guvna B Morning My mum told me she loved me most days of my life. My dad, though, wasn’t one for words. Let’s just say those three in a row felt like too much for him. Since he passed away in 2017 after a short battle with cancer, I’ve often wondered if his silence had a negative affect on our relationship. I haven’t made my mind up. But something he always did was drive me places. He drove me to gigs and picked me up from the airport before I could afford airport parking. We didn’t say much in the car, but I felt secure knowing he had my back, even if he never said “I love you.” Something wild happened on the day he died. As he was slowly drifting to sleep, he whispered, son, I love you. If I’d been sitting down, I’d have fallen off my chair. I accepted him as he was, but hearing those words meant the world because it removed all doubt. I’m a bit like my dad. I don’t say much, maybe five words a day. But since my son was born six years ago, I make sure I tell him how I feel. Ezra probably thinks I say it too much, but he’ll appreciate it one day. Even though it’s not easy for me to be emotionally vulnerable, I know how much it can mean. My prayer is that God can continue to help me open up. My dad saying “I love you” that one time wasn’t only a gift to me. It was also a gift to the grandson that he never met. Amen