good-bye to my son.
grave lower into the ground and think I gladly would have given my life for
him. But even in my grief, I can’t stop thinking about the woman he called his
request? Dad, please take care of Holland. You’re the only one I trust. But the
thoughts swirling through my mind are certainly not what my late son had in
mind. How do I resist this woman in front of me?
you can’t choose love, it chooses you.
Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
Good lord, but does Leigh Lennon know how to absolutely grab you with her writing. It’s like every book she releases she unleashes an entirely new side of her writing and Like Father Like Son showcases that beautifully. This book is not an easy read. It’s absolutely gutting while still overflowing with beauty and even doses of humor throughout. I probably went through more tissues than I’d like to admit while reading this and I loved every second of it.
Anyone who knows me know I tend to steer clear of anything remotely taboo, but I also know Leigh has more than once opened my eyes to new worlds that I would have never otherwise tried so I took a leap of faith and dove in. I’m so glad I did. Maguire and Holland are both amazing characters in completely opposite ways. I could relate to Holland on a level where I could see pieces of myself in her. Maguire was this complex man who’s feelings ran so deep it was like I could almost physically feel them. There is no light and easy with these two. Their story is heavy, it’s emotional and it makes you truly sit back and think about love. What it means to love freely and openly and what it must feel like when you can’t and have to hold back.
I cannot wait for the second half of their story!
this possible? My lips tremble at the thought of the last time I’d seen him
only a month ago. He never brought Holland, wanting to spend as much time
together, just him and me. If I’d known it was all the time I’d had with him,
would I have held him longer? Done anything different? It doesn’t matter, not
now that I essentially have my father status stripped from me.
rip my heart out, I begin to devour the letter and his last words.
had one dream, growing old with Holland. Death won’t stop me from providing for
my wife. And because you’re the best man I know, what I’m about to ask—my
last request—I know you’ll do. Please take care of Holland. Take her back to
California with you. It’s a lot—I know. But, I’m placing my most precious
possession in your hands.
Holland stay in government quarters after my death. I have very little to provide
for her if I die. I have my SGLI (life insurance), but it’s not enough after
she pays for school. But she’s talented in design. Please help her get on her
feet. Love her like you love me. She has nothing to go back to in Virginia. Her
family will suck the little life insurance she has of mine dry.
you from high school. But if I trust anyone with Holland, it’s you.
live with you. By the time I knew I could stand up to her, I had met Holland.
Please don’t tell Mom this. She tried, I know she did. She loves me, this I
never doubted. But I wish I knew you better, Dad.
treasured. I know that’s not a real dude-like thing to say, but I did. You made
me the man who Holland fell in love with. Let her know when she falls in love
again, it’s okay! I want everything for her that we couldn’t have together.
choose, but it made you cynical. That’s why you’ve never committed to anyone
else. Please, find a woman you love and live the life I couldn’t.
sure Holland is taken care of.
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.