It would take some years before I would realize something quite astounding about both of you. When I first met you, I saw it. That light. Warm and welcoming. A distant feeling of peace, of home and of understanding. Like a sheep and their shepherd. You felt like what the priest at mass told me 'he' would look like. But you were so... human. So mortal. So perfectly unperfect. Sprinkelt with beautiful flaws. You hated to see me on my knees. Loathed the way I begged for forgiveness, when you thought I commited no sin. Despised what 'he' did to me. You helped me unlearn. Watched me take my first steps once again. You showed me what faith could not reach. Tought me to life not only survive.