Saved.One.by.Grace
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I remember my first communion. Before my first communion, I had my first confession. Since I had nothing to confess, I was instructed by a nun to just make something up. So my first confession was based on a lie. So it goes.
One of my earliest memories of my father was sitting next to him in the family car. I noticed whenever we passed a church, my father would tip his hat. Fedoras were quite common in the '50s. My mother said he did that out of respect.
I don't know if my father was saved. Oh he attended church (RCC) every week, but that was the extent. He was a good man, never cussed, good provider, etc. He wasn't like a TV dad. I don't remember ever being told I was loved or hugged, not just by my father but by my mother too. We weren't a touchy feely type family.
One of my earliest memories of my father was sitting next to him in the family car. I noticed whenever we passed a church, my father would tip his hat. Fedoras were quite common in the '50s. My mother said he did that out of respect.
I don't know if my father was saved. Oh he attended church (RCC) every week, but that was the extent. He was a good man, never cussed, good provider, etc. He wasn't like a TV dad. I don't remember ever being told I was loved or hugged, not just by my father but by my mother too. We weren't a touchy feely type family.
