Then, out of the blue, Brett called after ten years. We met, laughed, and slowly reopened old doors. At last, I showed him the box. Inside was a letter from Dad, apologizing and blessing my choice, along with a family ring meant for the right person.
Brett asked if now was the right moment. He knelt and offered the ring. I slipped it on, feeling my father’s presence in the breeze and in that quiet, perfect moment. I knew then he was smiling.