My father has it.
I have been constantly amazed at my Dad, sitting at the bedside while the other half of his soul lies there. When it was me, I wasn't nearly as tranquil.
He sits in the seat of his walker, holding her hand, and prays. Even when she was at the worst point in her stay, he was calm. Now that she is obviously better his faith is sustained.
I have said it before but it's worth repeating; my father is a much better man than I am.
And I want to be just like him when I grow up.
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