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

“Go ahead.”

She looked back at the letter. And then, in her small clear voice, in a gym full of people who had gone so quiet I could hear the hum of the lights overhead, my daughter read her father’s last letter to her.

He called her Katie-Bug, which was his name for her, the one he had given her the first week of her life when she was new and small continue reading …