I knocked on the door. When Mom gave permission to enter, I fidgeted in place. "Mom?"
I called out tentatively, unsure of how to proceed.
My gaze drifted to the framed picture of my father, his blue eyes appearing kind and gentle. I couldn't believe that my own blue eyes could look so docile.
"Mm-hm?" Mom set her equipment down on the table and removed her glasses.
"What kind of person was Dad?" I asked, still fixated on the picture.
A bright smile immediately appeared on Mom's face at the question. She fondly recalled memories of my late father and shared, "He was known for his gentleness and unwavering faith in humanity. There was no questioning his intellect, but he could have done so much more for the world if only..."
Her voice trailed off as she choked up. Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to hold back her emotions.
If only Dad were still alive, was what I suspected Mom wanted to say.
