My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

the garage. Not with her. In the garage, door half open, a Budweiser on the workbench, polishing the chrome on his Dodge Ram. He polished that truck every Saturday like it owed him something. Never missed a week.

In fourteen months of chemotherapy and radiation, he did not drive her to the hospital once.

I did. Every Tuesday and every other Thursday.continue reading …