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

thirty-four years old, a staff sergeant in the Marine Corps, and he had been my husband for seven years and my best friend for three years before that. He was the kind of man who remembered things: the name of your childhood dog, the story you told once at a party about your grandmother’s garden, the particular way you liked your eggs on Sunday mornings continue reading …