The Last Time

I took this picture of Daddy one week before he died. It was the last time I saw him. I felt kind of guilty taking it. He didn’t know and probably wouldn’t have wanted someone taking a picture when he felt so bad. It is his reflection in a mirror through a partially open door. Walking by, I glanced in and was struck by the contrast of the portrait behind him, when he was a boy, and the fragile state of his aged body.