My college daughter posted this today on a poetry website she’s a part of. Made me cry happy tears. Never felt closer to her in the last 23 years and 50 days. I suppose it’s easy to get close when you’re both clinging to the same life raft. She flies in from Buffalo tonight. Can’t wait. As I told her in a text message a couple of days ago, “Home is in my arms.” Being a father is the hardest best job in the world.
