"I'm proud of you"

Something happened tonight that totally moved me. I was surrounded by cousins, as young as 6 months, and as old as 29ish. My Aunt Sherry was the hostess along with her husband Ron. We spent the entire day jib jabbing and taking turns riling the children. After filling my stomach with some of the best food I've ever eaten, I spent the remaining time letting my protruding tummy digest some of its contents. But as I was making my rounds of "good bye's," Ron, stopped me and took me into a room for a private chat. Him and I had gotten along since the first day we met, and it tickles my fancy when there's an adult that I can fully converse and confide in. He took me by the hand and said "I'm proud of you, I know you've been going through some stuff, and you've been in my prayers." At first it shocked me. But then I realized that the connection we have is genuine. I mean, here's a man who was diagnosed with lung cancer, and my aunt and him aren't sure about how he's going to make it. And he still has the heart to tell me, a young whippersnapper, what he thinks of me. A perfect example of how unselfish he is. I guess it resonated with me because that's something that I would want my father to say to me. And God only knows the next time I'll see him. So, by the grace of God, I believe, Ron, from the bottom of his heart, let me know that my efforts aren't going unnoticed. As I sat in the car with my mother on the ride home. I started to cry. I mean, what he said really sunk, and in some way, I unconsciously needed to hear that. Even though I did shed a few tears, it was so therapeutic to my soul. God bless that man, from the bottom of my heart. Thanks Ron. And I'll be praying for you as well.