Knowing it was the last time we’d ever be together, Daddy began to cry. He died less than a week after our visit. His wife, Jane, later told us that he’d been in and out of consciousness, but after we left he was talking about Gee and me to her, saying that he was so glad he’d gotten to see us one last time. I felt so lucky that David had made our visit possible and that I had him to come home to.
