I've been blessed to know what a hug from a mother is. I've been blessed to give my mother a hug. I've been blessed to have had those so many times that I can remember what they're like. I try to be very grateful for that, because it's not a thing to be taken for granted. I don't know what it's like from our to a father, or can't remember it at least. I think it'd be nice if I could remember what a hug from my dad would be like, but I can't. I think it'd be nice if I could remember what a hug to my dad would be like, but I can't. I I don't think it felt like there was a love there for it to happen either way. But maybe there was, and I just never gave him a chance. I hope one of us, his children, at least did. I'm sorry that I didn't.