i love you sweetheart. i spend my days watching about saints like you who were caught up in lust and anarchy and who came to know God eventually–to know you better. I wonder if your father was a son of a b**** too, and your mother a patient and wise woman like myself. if I ever meet her i want to give her the long, long, long hug that lingers to thank her for bringing my love into this world, and of course for all the heartaches she must have endured while my honey was lost and spent his days snorting coke, taking prostitutes, and making her shed so manh, many tears like i already have. 😘 i love you.