My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

Just enough to hold back whatever answer had arrived too late.

George lifted my hand to his lips.

He did not glare.

He only kissed the same fingers he had held in hospital rooms, grocery aisles, funeral homes, and motel balconies.

The children watched him do it.

So did Brittany.

For the first time, I think she saw the photograph the way they had.

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