My daughter called me from her wedding suite while I was lying in a hospital bed, still bl:eeding from the ac:cident.

license, and nearly all her friends. She sends me letters every month. I read some. Not all.

I sold the old sedan for scrap and bought a blue truck with heated seats.

On the first warm evening of spring, I placed my wife’s pearls inside a locked glass case above the mantel. Beneath them, I mounted a small brass plaque.

For love freely given, never stolen.continue reading …