In a soft yet clear voice, Frank began, “Today, as we celebrate Kevin and Eloise, I’m reminded of my beloved wife, Kevin’s mother. She would have been so proud of you, son. He paused for a second and got out a small, unassuming enveloppe from his pocket. The room remained silent as he handed it to Eloise and Kevin.
“I may not have much,” he began, his voice steady and strong, “but I’ve always believed in giving the best of what I have.” As Eloise opened the envelope, a gasp rippled through the garden. Frank scraped his throat and turned to his son.