Even though my dad lay, unable to speak, with a tube down his throat and a broken wrist, hip, and leg, he managed the strength to raise his hand … 

Not to show he could hear us or that he wanted anything, but as the officer who had taken care of my parents on scene of the accident walked into my dad’s hospital room, my dad reached out to shake his hand. 

If nothing else, THIS is my dad. 

And this is where I’ve learned my strength.