It broke my heart to see the regret on his face.
I regretted ripping an old wound open.
But I believe my father, I grew up seeing gentle, patient kind, just, loving father. A person possessing of an evil heart cannot bear those fruits.
I have no conclusion for this story, except to say, take from it what you would. My mother blamed my father for her predicament until her dying day, not once did she ever admit to me that she’d done any wrong.
We do indeed sometimes get God’s judgement while we are still on earth.
