Five years, but one morning his mind
Was confused.
A mild stroke?
Since I needed to work, my retired brother
And his wife took him in.
Just four months later, after a hurricane force
Courtship, Jack and I were married.
Only a handful of us were present at the wedding in
My daughter's living room.
But my sister-in-law and brother invited my
Sibblings to a reception in our honor at their house
Where my dad was living.
The two men in my life finally had a
Chance to talk.
It was too late for my groom to ask my father for
My hand in marriage, but instead he asked
Him for his blessing.
My dad was still rational enough to
Respond.
"I give you my blessing," he said, and two
Months later he died.
Our 14 years together were blessed indeed,
Beyond measure.
That tender moment between my dad and
My Jack came to mind today.
It's our anniversary.