Snapshots

Thankfully, a few months later, I got the best Christmas gift of all: my dad''s life. I went up to Portland and visited him in the hospital. He was in the hospital for three months. He couldn''t even talk or eat the first week in the hospital. My dad always tells me that when I first saw him in the hospital, I stood over him, grim faced, like I was an angel guarding him. I did not say a word. I ju...