“That one of his biggest regrets is that he won’t be able to walk one of us girls down the aisle. See us get married.” A tear slid down her cheek, and she immediately brushed it away. Like if she rid her face of the evidence, it never existed. “He started crying. Then my mom started crying,” she ended on a whisper. “He’s going to miss so much. There will be years of events and moments—big and small—when we talk about him. What he’d say if he was there. How he’d feel. How much we miss him. And if this is my chance to give him even one of the moments off that list, I’m going to do it.”
