There will be two empty chairs at our table this year.
One, left just as the party was really getting underway. While the other wouldn’t have surprised me had he stayed well past closing time.
Someone new will have to carve the turkey this year. Another to be among the first to nurse a glass of holiday wine.
No one will worry this year if I take too long in the shower. No one will judge if I go back for another slice of pie.
Two empty chairs, once filled by two very different people.
We’ll be raising our glasses in remembrance this year. However, I’ll try not to dwell on all the reasons to be sad.
In between courses, I’ll gaze out the window. I’ll see the waves on the lake ebb and flow. And like those waters, I know other guests will join us as the years go by. My family will continue to grow.
I am thankful there is room still at our table.
Even if today, it also means there are two empty chairs.