Roaming Frames

If I could host a dinner and invite anyone I wanted, knowing they would surely come, I would invite my baby sister who passed away at the tender age of 14, and my father-in-law, who was like a second father to me.

My sister’s passing left a void in my heart that has remained for 26 long years. I would love nothing more than to see her again, to hug her tightly and catch up on all the dreams and goals we used to talk about. I would ask her about her experiences, what she’s seen, and how she’s been. The chance to share stories, laughter, and perhaps even a few tears, would mean the world to me. It would be a chance to reconnect with a part of my past that I’ve always cherished deeply.

I would also invite my father-in-law, who was a remarkable man with a heart full of kindness. At the age of 81, he made a journey of over 600 miles to be at my wedding and give me away. His presence on that day and his warm, welcoming smile made a profound impact on me. He treated me with so much love and respect, and I would be honored to have him at this special dinner. We would reminisce about the good times, share stories of his incredible life, and I would thank him once more for the love and support he showed me throughout the years.

This dinner would be a celebration of love, memories, and the enduring bonds that connect us to those we have lost. It would be a chance to express gratitude, to share in the joy of reunion, and to create new memories that would last a lifetime