weeks later with his wife and grown daughters.
They spent hours looking through photographs and sharing stories.
One of Michael’s daughters had become a pilot herself.
Dad started answering letters again.
In November, Carol visited with Grant and his family.
She brought the blue coat she’d preserved for nearly fifty years.
Grant brought his wife and two young sons.
I watched Dad stand beneath the maple tree in his backyard while the boys played.
He looked happier than I’d seen him since Mom died.
Grant hadn’t lost his job, either.
