My Daughter Went to the Father Daughter Dance Alone Until a Dozen Marines Walked In

she could somehow keep the moment from becoming what it was.

“Mom?” she whispered, after the second slow song. “Maybe we should just go home.”

The thing about grief is that it hides in the small moments, the ones you think you have prepared for, and then it steps out from behind an ordinary piece of furniture and takes your breath completely. I had prepared continue reading …