Tears came to my mother’s eyes. I witnessed one of the most beautiful moments of my entire life. In a sterile hospital room full of monitors and the scent of sickness, a light shone on my mother and father. My father’s eyes opened wide as my mother pressed her forehead to his, grabbed his hand, and through the tears sang along in a voice strong and clear. Part of me felt I should leave them there, allow them that moment. But God wanted me there to see true love.
Off-topic. Visited the campus last month with the wife (She got her MBA there)...Made the obligatory visit to The Creamery, it was awesome. Stood outside of Beaver Stadium, made The Swamp seem puny in comparison.