growing up, my Dad and Mom required a kiss and and "I love you" before they left the house or we left the house. No matter what. 10 boys. 2 girls. In front of dates, friends, teammates. Didn& #39;t matter. Embarrassing right?
But here& #39;s the thing. One day, he wasn& #39;t there. And all of us had had a phone call in which the last thing he said to us was "I love you" and the last interaction I& #39;d had was a kiss. All 12 of us. And all of his grandchilden. All of us. That was our memory.