It is amazing to me how much our relationship changed. As you know, when I first met you, I hated you. I know that is a strong word, and I apologize for that. I just could not get over the fact that my mom left my dad and was with you.
As time went on, I had to fight the fact that I was starting to soften up to you, even like you a little. That in itself frustrated me. Eventually, I caved. I realized you weren’t so bad.
I enjoyed the time that I spent over visiting with you two. I am sorry, however, that much of it was in sin (smoking and our many trips to the casino). I want to apologize to you for not having a very good testimony during those years!
I remember that you used to say that Jesus was a pretty wonderful person, but you did not accept him as God’s Son. That should have upset me more than it did. I was separated from my Holy Father at the time. You, however, knew the Bible better than most of us. You loved to read God’s Word.
You had a big heart for people, and you loved my mom more than your own life. I am thankful that you were a good husband to her. You took care of her and loved her very much. She is doing really well now. She’s active in her church and loving on the Lord. She works with the children and helps where needed. God’s blessed her.
When you grew sick, I saw a change in you. On your death-bed, you asked for people to read you Jesus’ Words. I pray this meant you had finally accepted him in your heart. I pray that I can eat ice cream with you in heaven one day, and cheesecake (two of your favorites I know).