Dad could be there, I usually said, “Of course.”
What else was there to say?
Still, I’d spent the engagement imagining him at the wedding.
I pictured him adjusting my tie too aggressively, complaining about the price of drinks, and trying to give a speech even though Aaron was supposed to handle that.
I imagined him pulling me aside during the reception and saying, “You did good, Danny.”
Nobody called me that anymore.
Dad had called me Danny my entire life.
Even when I turned 30.
Even when I told
