A glimpse of the real person

John 8:12-20

I am an only child. my father died when I was two years old. My mother used to tell me in loving tones that I was her reminder of my father, that I was her personification of his memory. As a child I disliked this intensely. I wanted to be liked and loved for being me. In fact I think I held this opinion for most of my mother's life. Not something that I am proud of. It prevented me from appreciating my mother for the wonderful person that she was and it is only now as I look back that I acknowledge the good which she did. Now it is too late to tell her.