I walked into my father's house today.
My father is no longer there.
I'm not sure what I was expecting to think or feel as I stepped across the threshold that Bill Mansfield daily crossed... and crosses no longer.
I did not hear his deep voice. I didn't feel his larger than life hug... or feel my arms around his body. Or smell his Old Spice.
Or hold his hand as I did just 3 months ago.
Yet he was there.
His kids, grandkids and great grand kids were with me crossing that threshold. His progeny. Family. Dad's family.
My own family was there - Den, Susan, Meg, Colin and little 2-month-old Amelia. Nate was already with his Grand Pa.
And I smiled as I walked out of his room - back to be with the rest of Dad's family.