An Open Letter to Eddie King
I tried to walk in your shoes on Saturday.
The honor of acting as the father of Christie at her wedding was bestowed upon me.
Christie may have chosen me for this privilege because I remind her so much of you. She has told me as much on many occasions over the past four years that I have known her. Just about every time I flip a song, she says with her inimitable smile, ‘my dad and I used to listen to that.’ From Bob Marley to Van Morrison, it seems you and I ride to a similar rhythm.
Several times Christie has come to me for life counsel that one would normally reach out to a father for. And when it is done she often reminisces with a glimmer in her eye that that is exactly how you would have handled it. Ironically, when such nostalgic moments turn into tears…
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