Dad’s lingering presence
From the corner of my eye, I saw Dad lingering nearby, seemingly oblivious to the wreckage his words had caused. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, demanding to be seen, while he stood there uncertain, as if blind to the storm he had unleashed. We were locked in a silent standoff—a father and daughter separated by a truth he had chosen to ignore or pretend didn’t matter.
Dad’s Lingering Presence
Looking back at vows
Amid the chaos, my husband and I locked eyes, both silently recalling the vows we had exchanged just hours earlier—promises to stand strong together when life unraveled. “We’ve got this,” he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring, a lifeline in the turmoil. Clinging to each other a little tighter, we found comfort in that shared commitment, drawing strength from our bond to weather the storm that had so suddenly descended.
Looking Back At Vows
