ALLISON.

Somehow, I was reminded again of the question our father asked us in that fateful day at the river…

“What are you willing to do for the person you love?”

As I stared at the stones and wooden cross that marked his grave, I found myself smiling because after everything, after the battles, the sacrifices, the loss, and the victories… I knew my answer had remained the same.

“I did everything I could for love, Dad,” I whispered, gently laying down a bouquet of yellow tulips, his favorite.

Beside me, Sullivan knelt and did the same, only his bouquet was of amaryllis flowers which was our mom’s favorite. He...