I remember hearing Daddy’s sermons about the different kinds of love. I remember his descriptions of “agape” (unconditional love) and “phileo” (brotherly love).
Recently my sister and my brother and I endured together the loss of our mother, after her year-long battle with cancer. The three of us shared in Mother’s care and in the administration of her affairs. We each did our part. My siblings honored me with a very nice dinner and some very special gifts to thank me for my role, but truly, we all shared in what needed to be done.
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