Part 1 — The Question I Wasn’t Ready For My brother Nathan asked if he could take Dad’s place at my wedding. At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. We had been sitting together at the kitchen table for nearly an hour. Nathan had barely touched his drink. Every few minutes, he would glance down at his mug, rub his thumb along the handle, and open his mouth as though he wanted to say something. Then he would stop. That was Nathan’s habit whenever something mattered deeply to him. He would begin with, “So…” Pause. Then another, “So…” And sometimes a third. Usually, whatever he wanted to say eventually came out. That evening, it finally did. “Can I do Dad’s job?” I blinked at him. “What job?” Nathan frowned as if I were making something very simple unnecessarily complicated. “At the wedding,” he explained. “Walking you down the middle part.” The aisle. My heart seemed to stop. Dad had been gone for eleven months. Nathan was thirty-one, six years older than me, and had Down syndrome. But if you asked anyone in our family who had been closest to our father, nobody would have hesitated. Nathan. They had been almost inseparable. Every Saturday morning, they disappeared into the garage together. Dad taught Nathan how to change the oil in a car, sharpen garden shears, patch small holes in drywall, and make grilled cheese without scorching the bread. Nathan, in return, taught Dad something more important. How to laugh at himself. They drank coffee from matching mugs. They repeated the same terrible jokes until Mom and I groaned. They argued over football scores and then forgot what they were arguing about five minutes later. When Dad died, our house didn’t simply become quieter. Something inside all of us went quiet too. For eleven months, I had deliberately avoided thinking about the moment before my wedding ceremony. The moment when I would stand at the back of the church. Without Dad. People had offered suggestions. Uncle Patrick could walk me. Mom could walk me. I could walk alone. Every possibility was reasonable. And every possibility felt wrong. Because no matter who stood beside me, I knew exactly whose absence I would notice. Then Nathan asked if he could do it. I covered my mouth with my hand. He waited.