When I meet Don’s moist eyes, I think about how every human, from the time they’re born until the time they die, is a universe of memories, dreams, plans, sorrows, desires, and convictions. In listening to Dad’s and Don’s testimonies and stories, I am given the opportunity to remember what I never had to suffer through. I am grateful, so fervently grateful, that my gathering tears retreat, and instead I find I want to break out in the hugest smile I can.
