Proof The Bible Is True

My 63-year-old dad had been in love with my mom ever since he saw her at a Christmas party at church when he was 17 and she was 14. She was his best friend, the one constant in all of his memories, his dreams, his motivation, his adolescence; she was his planning partner for the rest of their days on earth. Mom was essentially Dad’s entire life. That’s why, when one morning she ironed my dad’s work shirts, straightened up the house, and walked out the door of their home while he was at work—never to return—it waylaid my dad like someone pulling the plug on the circuitry of his being.

He could barely lift himself off the ground. He cried. He screamed. He stopped eating. He couldn’t sleep.

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