I found out late Saturday that my friend's (she also happens to be a para in my classroom) father died. It was unexpected and I knew that Terri would be so sad. When I sat down to write this, I couldn't help but think back to when I lost my dad. So ultimately, this piece is for Terri and for me.
Just as an aside, my Creeping Ralph, the spreading rose bush I bought because it bore my father's name, has produced more blossoms this spring than any other year. I can't help but think dad's telling me that he is happy about our life in this house now.