My dad asked me how I was doing tonight. Gently, he asked me how I was doing. He asked me how I felt, since he knows my girlfriend left me. He used her name, kindly and asked me with genuine compassion if I was okay. No ulterior motive. No judgement. He just asked me, because he wants to know if I'm alright. I hope he knows how much it meant to me, how much that glimmer of acceptance means. Life has been hard lately, but I think it's getting better.
Today, when tragedy reminds me that my little troubles are only a thread in the tapestry of mankind, my dad hugged me and asked me if I was okay, and I was a person again.