“Hug your reader with your words.” That’s what Cec Murphey said. Hug your dad with your words. That’s what the quiet voice in my head echoed back to me. My dad is not a hugger. Actually, I’m not a hugger by nature either. I trained myself to be okay with people entering my very large personal space bubble. Hugging may not come naturally to me, but words do.  From my mouth they often lack, but from my fingertips they flow. My dad is scheduled to have triple bypass surgery this week. Like chest wide open and mess with the most…