A Lost Language

“I didn’t know it at the time, but starting that night, my deeply simpatico friendship with my father was done. My confidant, mentor, nudge, needler, teacher, audience, sage, cheerleader would never come back. The tPA, miracle drug for some, was his poison. It was supposed to help him. Instead it destroyed him, and I had signed the papers allowing this to happen. This is my burden, my betrayal.”  More.


About The Rev. Thomas C. Jackson

Ordained to the priesthood in December, 2010.
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