OLD LEATHER WALLET

As a father lay on his death bed…

He tenderly held his son’s head and whispered something to him.

“You see my OLD LEATHER WALLET over there on the dresser, when I am gone, will you look after it for me? Everything I am is in it…

And I want you to take care of it, son.”

The boy looked at his dying father with an ocean of tears in his eyes. His cries had been just as deep over the past few days as he watched him depart from this world, slowly. He had cried the type of cry that forces itself almost violently from the gut in times of overwhelming grief.