Every Woman My Widowed Father Dated Vanished Overnight—So I Asked My Best Friend to Go Out With Him.
He told jokes so badly that he usually began laughing before reaching the ending.
Music played constantly inside our home.
Old soul records on Sunday mornings.
Jazz while he cooked.
Classic rock whenever he repaired something in the garage.
Mom used to say Dad was incapable of experiencing silence without trying to improve it.
After her farewell service, the house became painfully quiet.
The record player gathered dust.
Dad stopped singing.
He ate dinner in front of the television without actually watching it.
Sometimes I came home from college and found him sitting in the dark living room with one lamp burning beside Mom’s empty chair.
Relatives encouraged him to meet someone.
Friends invited him to dinners where a single woman always happened to be seated nearby.
Dad declined every invitation.
Once, about four years after Mom was gone, I told him she would not have wanted him to spend the rest of his life alone.
He looked at me with an expression I never forgot.
“I am not alone, Maya.”
He squeezed my hand.
“I have you.”
The answer broke my heart more than I allowed him to see.
I loved my father.
But I was his daughter.
I could not be his entire future.
Then, almost overnight, something changed.
The Dating Profile
I first noticed on a Saturday afternoon.
Dad sat at the kitchen table in the fictional town of Briar Glen, holding his telephone with both hands.
His reading glasses rested low on his nose.
He was smiling at the screen.
