My wife wanted to get me a Father’s Day card, but I had to push her in her wheelchair. She made me wait on the other aisle while she read the cards. I came back, but she was crying. Her eyes are getting weaker, and she couldn’t read the cards. I had her glasses in my shirt pocket, which helped. I suggested that she just pick out the one that she wanted, I could read it, we could hug, and I could just put it back in the rack and save the money. That would have worked, but she had tear drops on the card. Thank you, Kathy, for making my Father’s Day special. You are the love of my life … for 49 years and counting (October 2 this year will be 50).
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