BY MICHAEL S. JOHNSON

Hanging in a hallway where I see it every day is a frame containing a picture of my eldest daughter and me on her wedding day.  Below it in the frame is a handkerchief with an inscription:

“For your tears on the day you give me away
October 28, 2007
With Love, Jessie.”

Jessie knew I would cry at her wedding and I did.  I teared up a half a dozen times before and during the wedding, and unleashed a gusher when I tried to offer the invocation  at dinner.  I couldn’t finish it.
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