What does it matter in the course of a life-time if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him?But as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it does matter. My father and I loved each other. Yet, I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that moment. Now, I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten. Why is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart?My mouth turned dry, and I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly.