The man was BB’s father. He took my mother’s hand and said, “I am Bruce Spawlding, uh, senior. We’ve not met yet but I have heard a lot about you from my son Bruce here. You’re husband save my life and the life of my brother.”
Mom had already been crying, but when he said that she erupted with even more tears and fell on his neck.
BB finally stopped hugging me and said, “I am really sorry about your dad.”
I couldn’t respond. I just nodded my head but I do remember thinking about how fast word had spread about John. I’m not sure how the news got out, but the day after we had heard about it, flowers started arriving from so many people that after a while the house looked and smelled like a colorful garden.