And a small card.
“Richard, you’ve spent your whole life putting everyone else before yourself. Now it’s time for you to have something you’ve always dreamed of.”
My uncle opened the card.
It explained that the childhood home where the brothers had grown up, a house that had been sold many years ago, had finally been purchased and completely restored.
My father had bought it back for Richard.
“This is your home now, brother. The place where Mom and Dad raised us.”
Richard sank onto the bed and began crying.
For the first time in my life, I watched two elderly brothers embrace without trying to hide their tears.
One month later, my parents really did renew their wedding vows.
My mother wore a beautiful white dress.
