Perhaps one of the most meaningful things he's been able to do lately is begin to try writing. Around the time he left rehab, he had to sign some important documents and it was so disheartening to him to have to make a crude "x"-- with help even. I was reminded of the scene late in Arthur Miller's The Crucible when the main character refuses to sign a false confession (one he is willing to make verbally) because of the inherent emotional power of signing ones name. Last Saturday, Dad took me and Becky to lunch and we were in joyful tears as he signed the receipt for the first time.
Go ahead and look up "amazing" in the dictionary. The definition is: I'm just your dad.
