I got to just about the words "laid his head" and the water works started. See if you don't understand after you read it yourself.
Well? Want a tissue? No? I guess I'm just sentimental that way. B asked if I knew them. Wasn't I embarrassed to tell him no.
In the "I didn't cry but should I?" department:
B was interviewing Daddy-O in preparation for his class Share Your Father Day tomorrow. One of the questions was: If you had three wishes what would they be? My ears perked up oh, so expectantly for Daddy-O's answers.
Wish #1: "Hmmm. To be healthy."
Wish #2: "Should it be for D to see or for us to have a bigger house?" Daddy-O asks. B points out that D is quite fine just as he is. (points for B) But Daddy-O notes that he would be even better if he could see so "no blindness it is."
Wish #3: "My last wish. Some where, some how to have a large garage or workshop all to myself."
Notice that nowhere in there is a wish that I don't get sick again. At least I noticed. And I said something too. To Daddy-O's credit he stumbled a bit over his words, hemmed and hawed. And then said one of the sweetest things he's said in recent history. "Well, I guess I just don't think of you as sick anymore."
Just like always, a woman's self-image is her own worst enemy.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. We're launching today over at Mothers With Cancer. Go check out the new diggs.