And my husband eulogized the fuck out of him. Wells was on point, charismatic, and authentic, noting traits about my father and sharing stories that tinged my version of him in a deeper shading. It was the most beautiful brokenness. Celeste, Ty, Liam, and Gage shrouded my mother and me in a protective cocoon while we both awed at Wells gifting us with another piece of the great Dr. Thomas Kingston.
