Valentine

1059.524 - 1082.485 Phoebe Judge

My father would show up to the hospice every evening around five. And hours later, I'd call and ask where he was. And he'd say, your mother and I are sitting outside, having a glass of wine and listening to Blossom Deary. It's a beautiful night. My mother had been giving him a hard time about his decision to grow a beard. She'd said, Tony, what are you going to do about that beard?