I went to dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant tonight. Many friends offered to go with me, but this one was just for him and me. I parked where I always did so he could get his walker inside easily, and I had the same booth where I could collapse the walker flush with the table. I had gotten my meal when Mauricio, our favorite waiter, noticed I was alone and stopped by to ask after Stan. I had to deliver the news.
It's been exactly a month, it's also my son Dave's birthday. The kids and I agree we are glad he isn't sick and suffering anymore, but there will always be that empty spot at the table. Rest with Jesus, Stan.
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