Long title, I know.

I was sitting at the dinner table this evening with Mama, Jinky and JM. Papa's out having dinner with some golf buddies. There was porkchop, and fish, and veggies.

But...

His plate was gone. His spoon and fork were gone. His glass was gone. I looked out the window at his room. There was no light in his room.

I had to blink back tears. No crying at the dinner table.

Just over a year ago, it felt like this. It felt exactly like this.

Damn. It takes a lot of getting used to. A lot.