Not at the head of the table

As I reflect on Dad's portrait below, Dad's sitting at the head of the dining table in his & Mom's (their) home. He always sat at the head of the table. He won't be there anymore.

My mind wanders. I catch myself thinking about my Dad's last breath throughout the day. I can see his image, and I relive those last 12-15 minutes. Wondering if my dad knew that Al & I were there during his last moment, at the time of his death when his body left this physical world, and his spirit began its journey into eternity.

Since we've been on retreat here in West Yarmouth, Mom has often said, "Your Dad would have enjoyed it here very much."

And Al responds, "I'm sure he's smiling and he can see I've caught no big fish, Mom."