If only Dad could be here...384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0wUoLqA4Wz
By Edith Patterson Hill, Rockford, Illinois384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2riT79s00w
My father was a keen observer of human nature. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsKC8grHdAn
Within seconds of meeting someone, he could summarize their 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMlogntJiR
strengths and weaknesses. It was always a challenge to see if any of my ,384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM8iwAxzzn0
boyfriends would pass the paternity test. No one did. Dad was always right - they didn't pass my test either. When Father died, I wondered how to figure it out myself. Then Jack arrived. He was different than any other man I had met. He could sit at the piano bench with my mother for , hours and discuss , obscure composers. My brother Rick loudly announced to that Jack was no turkey like the other boys I brought home. My sister Denise used to laugh with her about the old 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Qrre3drsy
Danny Kaye movies. And Jack was great with my mentally challenged brother 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgCzUUaIj8
Chuck. At one point, Chuck put his greasy hands, fresh off a cheeseburger, on 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsV1ZR41mR
Jack's shoulders, kissed his cheek with ketchup-coated lips, and called him by the wrong name, exclaiming, "Ah, Jeff, I love ya. !" Jack didn't miss it. you, George!" 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRHwMgyGYQU
Jack passed my family test. What about Dad? Then came the weekend of my mother's birthday. Jack came from his home in Milwaukee to Chicago. On the day he had to drive, I got a call: "Don't worry," he said, "but I was in an accident." His car had suspended; when he stopped, another car hit. "I'm fine, but you have to come to me." Thank God she's fine, I thought as I drove to Milwaukee. When we got there, we rushed to flower shop to get something for mom. "What about gardenias?" Jack said showing a beautiful white bodice. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK9m8hfxTq8
"You never see them this time of year," I said. Flower shop put a corsage in a box.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6TSd1FJ1gv
During the trip, Jack was unusually calm. "Are you 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTkfTE2xOzN
right?" I asked. We drove to my mother's street. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFgIrHMmxxn
"I've been thinking a lot," he said. "I might be in the 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGSB3vOliRF
movement." Moving? When did he tell me that? When did he pack ? 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlhj22zOhx
Then he added: "Moreover, to you." I almost put the car on the pavement. "What?" I asked. "I think we should get married," he said. He told me that he was planning a great restaurant, but after 's accident, he decided to do it now. "Yes," I whispered 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2k1cULW85K
. We both sat speechless, tears streaming down our cheeks, unable to speak. I have never felt such a tender moment. If only Dad was here to give the final approval. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQT5r5FIcTs
"Oh, let's just go in," Jack said with a laugh. We got out of the car and he walked down the driveway carrying the Corsa. My mother opened the door. "Happy birthday!" we shouted. Jack pushed the box towards him. He opened it. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLeuF8ANpyj
Suddenly his eyes filled with tears. Jack and I looked at each other . "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes. "This is only the 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7LlPq8pO6
th gardenia corsilla I have ever received. I received years ago, long before I had children." "By whom?" I asked. "Your father," said mother. "He gave me one right before # when we got engaged." My eyes locked on Jack as I blinked back 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkPggycIEsg
tears. Dad's test? I knew Jack had passed.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURQ77tHZtz
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