“Come here and look,” he said, sitting on the floor in a way I thought was beneath his dignity, and pointing upward at a very particular angle.
“From there?” I asked.
“Never mind about that, the view is incredible.” So I came to join him, and he was right. But what he saw was not special because of where he was. He was able to find and share it because of who he was.
—for a loved one who has departed
