“Just remember that, although we were flawed, we were marvelous, too.”
I've thought about this book nonstop for the past 6 weeks. It pushed me and challenged my thoughts in ways I didn't know a small book I stumbled upon in a little free library could. A love letter from a father, raised with little in the south, to his estranged son, left because of his fathers inability to understand him and love him for who he is. But the father grows and learns and explains and justifies and extends an olive tree branch infused with love and regret. I can't say enough good things about this book.