After My Father’s

long before I died.

I am sorry I did not say that enough.

Dad

By the time I reached the last line, the page had blurred.

Nora slid a box of tissues across the table.

I took one.

Then another.

For five minutes, I let myself be a daughter.

Then I folded the letter carefully and put it back in the envelope.

“When is the time?” I asked.

Nora’s mouth curved.

“Tomorrow continue reading …