The mirror winks as the bulb flashes off, then on, blinking in silvered surprise. In it, I see the curve of my face, an echo of my father’s. The link between us.
Memories wash, fresh and clean, like water. Of Christmases and birthdays. Of school concerts and graduation. And the birth of my son, his first golden grandchild. The advice and wisdom my father shared. Every life experience. The joys and the love.
He missed none of it.
I splash my face again. And this time, I smile.