we could fix my father, we settled for trying to make his remaining days as happy and meaningful as they could be. my devoted mother spent nearly every waking hour with him — always with a smile — even after he moved into a nursing home. i lived a couple of hours away, and visited on weekends so we could cheer our favorite football team together. and, just weeks before my father’s death, i had the joy of introducing him to my month-old son, his first grandchild.
i always knew that life is about hope, but i learned the hard way how difficult it can be to keep it alive. that’s 