When I asked my Dad what he wanted for Father’s Day he pulled himself up in his hospital bed and whispered,
“Son, I know it’s a big ask, but the one thing you could give me is a kidney.”
“Not a problem,” I replied without hesitation. “You know I’d do anything for you”.
“Bless you son”, he responded, tears running down his cheeks as he pulled me close enough to hug.
God knows how I’m going to break it to him that the butcher’s was closed when I visit him this evening.