***
Years later, he walked me down the aisle.
At my daughter’s christening, he stood beside me with one hand beneath her head, afraid I might drop her even though I was 32.
Whenever I asked about his life before my mother, he gave the same answer.
“The important part started when you came along, sweetheart.”
I always heard devotion in those words.
I never heard what he was leaving out.
Years later, he walked me down the aisle.
Frank’s health began failing shortly after his 78th birthday.
First came the exhaustion.
Then the weight loss.
Then the tests, the specialists, and the careful sentences doctors use when they already know the ending.
During his final week, I slept in a vinyl chair beside his bed.
