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

road he inspected in 1998 but could not remember that his oldest daughter did not like coconut cake. He was, by every public measure, a decent man. He coached youth soccer. He fixed neighbors’ porch railings. He wrote full sentences in birthday cards instead of just signing his name. Other people’s children loved him. They still do.

He remembered their continue reading …