I started to cry, not sad tears but happy tears because I was so happy to see all of them. However, when Beth hugged me my tears turned from joy to tears of sorrow. I squeezed her as tight as I could and wailed like a baby. I felt as though if I could squeeze her tight enough it would make everything that had happened go away and bring my dad back.
We hugged and cried for the longest time there on the front stoop of the house in front of God, the neighbors and everyone. It never even occurred to me that all I was wearing was a white onsie and a pair of sweatpants which didn’t really hide the fact that I was wearing a diaper beneath them.