By Charles Gray
Richard hands me the scissors and announces, “Attention, everyone! To do the honors, I want to introduce my father—the biggest inspiration in my life.”
The building’s roundness, angled walls, and flat roof remind me of the sandcastles we built together. Whenever a rogue wave washed ashore and demolished it, he’d get so frustrated. But I always encouraged him to rebuild. He did.
I cut the ribbon. The crowd applauds.
“Those were kind words, Richie.”
He extends his hand.
I don’t shake his hand like usual. Instead, I hug him and whisper something I’ve never said before. “I love you, Son.”
Wonderful story that takes me back in time, growing up in the 1960’s. The story reminds me of that sliver treasure of a Life we all shared in that time frame. A story that tugs the heart strings and takes us back to that particular moment.
Great job Charles, thank you for sharing.
Thanks H! Glad you enjoyed it.
Nice Story Charles! It’s never too late to say I love you.
Thanks Mike! That’s right it’s never too late.
Moving. The scene at the beach is articulated artfully. The mind’s eye snaps right to it without effort.
Thanks Andre!
A heartfelt story. Very nice.
Thank you Jennifer.