Looking Down

I think he was looking down today, the day we said goodbye. The day the sun shone when the forecast was rain. I hope he heard the things we said about him, the love we have for him, as he always did for us.

Here's one of his grandsons (my boy) making friends with my cousin's baby. They almost share a name, and the two little men seemed to be sharing something else very special for much of the afternoon; a shame they live far apart.

Meanwhile, my Dad looks on, just like he so often did in this very room, he's even there, completing the picture.