The day after my dad’s funeral, a mysterious package arrived at our door — addressed to me, from him. What I found inside pulled me out of grief and into something far more powerful than goodbye.
AdvertisementI’m a 21-year-old female in college. And for most of my life, I thought I was the “lucky” kind of unlucky. But when I received my dad’s final gift for me, his loving words left me certain that I wasn’t unlucky at all.
My parents were high-school sweethearts. They were basically still children when they discovered they were having me. Sadly, my mom died giving birth to me.Like… the second I entered the world, she left it.My dad, Jason, was 17 when I was born. He had no savings, no worthwhile family support, and zero clue how to raise a baby!But he never ran or handed me off. He stayed and raised me alone.
