other.
They had simply run out of courage.
Margaret also gave us a photograph of the brothers as young men.
Thomas stood on the left, wearing the black suit. Daniel stood beside him, one hand resting on his shoulder.
For the first time, I understood why the suit had mattered so much to my grandfather.
It wasn’t simply a piece of clothing.
It was a reminder of the person he had been before pride and regret complicated his life.
Before he became the grandfather I remembered.
Before he became a
