Ghosts

Sometimes Wes is focused on something that I can't see. He laughs and smiles and coos at that unseen thing as if it is tickling him, making funny faces at him & playing with him.

Every time he does this, I think of my father & how much he would love tickling him, making funny faces at him & playing with him.

I can't help but feel that in these moments, my father is here, enjoying time with his grandson.