Dad

His fingers were short and stubby. His hands were widely strong. His body was a solid rotund. His hair was gleaming white. His eyes were a piercing black. As he stood there tears welled up and slowly streamed down his cheeks. She squeezed his arm and gave him a smile. It was the first time she had seen him cry. The organ started to play a familiar tune. They walked down the isle. It was my wedding day.