MY DAD SAW A FAMILIAR FACE ON THE STREET—AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE THE FRIEND HE LOST TOUCH WITH 48 YEARS AGO
We had just finished lunch at a quiet little roadside diner when Dad suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his eyes fixed on something outside like he’d seen a ghost. At first, I thought he was just lost in thought—one of those quiet, reflective moments older folks sometimes drift into. But then he slowly stood up, his gaze…