Seated around the heavy oak table, hearts heavier than the wood, we go through the motions of Sunday dinner. This regular weekly meal that once was a time of joy, reconnection, and renewal is today an empty routine. Family prayer: "Dearest Father God, Please bless this food and bless this family. Thank you for each one of us at this table and especially for the one who is missing. We know you are loving him and enjoying his company as much as we did. Amen."
Family dinners will never be the same with the vacant chair at the head of the table.
Prompted by Sunday Scribblings topic #212 "dinner." Also posted for Weekend Writer's Retreat.
oh, prayers sent. I don't know you but it doesn't matter. He does.
ReplyDeleteso sorry for your loss Diana. this was so touching. xox
ReplyDeleteThat must have been so very hard. May the memory of the person who used to occupy that empty chair be for a blessing.
ReplyDelete(((hugs)))
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry! HUGS
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to read this Diana.
ReplyDeletememories will comfort you and fill the chair.
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