CHAPTER 66
GRAVES AND REUNIONSNever had I felt better in my life, and certainly not since before Mary died. It was a feeling that I wanted to wake up with every day. I vowed to never do anything that would compromise that. I drove slowly on my way to pick up Ron, appreciating life in general and the mild day we were having in particular. He was ready when I pulled up, and I could tell before he even got in the car he was in a great mood.
“Hey, Dad.” He reached over and gave me a hug, then buckled his seat belt. This was definitely not the kid who went into rehab a few months ago.
“Where to first?”
“I thought we’d go to Mom’s grave. I need to show her I’m all right now.”
That choked me up. “I’m sure she knows.”
“Me too,” he said. “But I still want to show her.”
We stopped and got he
