The radiation took his cancer.

His beard too. Most of it anyways. One side smiles smooth.

It didn’t take his heart though.

Or his faith. That grew stronger.

Oh I might miss the beard some, that wooly soft rustle that loved to caress us with each of his big encompassing hugs, but the trade-off makes it a happy thing gone by … smiled at like a distant memory.

He came home last night grinning.

He ran my finger over the area.

“Feel that? It’s coming back!”

Sure enough, there it was. One side gruff, scratchy…one side soft.

Just like him.

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