I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

what he would have wanted.

He was a Marine, and he deserved dignity in death as he’d had in life.

I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting in one position for so long.

I reached out with gentle fingers and closed his eyelids, smoothing the worry lines from his forehead, making him look peaceful.

He looked younger somehow, the pain finally gone from continue reading …