257. Touch the Earth - Drew Jackson

Luke 9: 1-2

My father says more with his hands than he does with his lips. I cannot recall him

sitting me down

to teach me about love, but I watched him tend to my mother
	as cancer spread through her insides.

He cried when her breath left her, though he never lectured me about grief.

I am still grieving my mother, 
still
gleaning what my father taught me.

Gather it from memory. Let it touch the earth.