He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

he needed rest.

But I noticed how the hallway stayed eerily quiet now. I noticed how they no longer invited him downstairs for dinner. I noticed how they stopped correcting people when guests assumed Grandpa didn’t live with us anymore.

He was fading from the family like an old photograph left too long in the sunlight, bleaching out until he was barely continue reading …