My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

could host dinners there. Carol could visit. Claire and Becca could bring their families. My father could stand at the head of the table and raise his glass to whoever he remembered. The copper pots would still hang in the kitchen. The clock above the stove would still tick. The second-floor board would still creak. The lake would still darken at dusk continue reading …