I went to my Dad’s house this weekend.
“The tulips look good.”
We kept saying that to each other over and over. Sitting in his conservatory, we were looking out at the bursts of yellow and red dotting his yard. They didn’t just look good, they looked like happiness.
Three years ago we were a mess. My Dad had broken his nose in February when he leaned down to pet a dog outside a pet shop. The dog jumped and my Dad ended belly down on the sidewalk. Blood spewing from his face. This happened just a week after my brother had a stent placed in one of his arteries leading from his heart. He nearly suffered a heart attack but avoided it all by getting to the hospital in time. Still, it was a shock as he showed no symptoms up until that morning. That was just two days…
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