My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

Thank you.

Then a small heart.

That told me we were not finished. What stood between us was not the damage itself, but the distance. Distance can be crossed when both people are ready. I was no longer willing to cross it alone.

Aunt Renata and I began having dinner once a month at the Toll House Grill in Greensburg. We sat in the same corner booth. She continue reading …