looked toward Dad’s headstone.
Then he said, “Grandpa hated Dad.”
Despite everything, I almost smiled.
“He didn’t hate him.”
“He absolutely hated him.”
“He thought Mark was arrogant.”
“That’s Mom-language for hate.”
My father had never fully trusted Mark.
At my wedding, Dad pulled me aside and said, “Carol, I hope I’m wrong about him. But never give away so much of yourself that you can’t stand if he disappoints you.”
For thirty-one years, I thought he’d been unfair.
That night, I wanted to apologize to him.
Daniel looked at
