Three times in my life I saw my father cry.
The first was when his mother died.I was seven.
The second was at the airport when my brother departed for Vietnam.
The third was when my father was in his eighties.My mother, in last - stage Alzheimer's , resided in a nursing home.
He had visited her daily for 10 years, except for three months when he broke his foot.
Finally he could walk again.
"I thought mother would forgot me,"he said, "but when she saw me, she smiled and said , 'I love you.'"
Then my father sobbed.
Sending positive vibes your way,
