He looked at his father’s young face in the photo.

“I remember the day this picture was taken.

Dad promised to take me fishing right after.”

“And it rained all afternoon,” Martha recalled fondly.

“He still made it up to me later,” Christopher said softly.

A month later, a proper, dignified funeral service was held for Thomas at the small countryside church where he and Martha had been married decades ago.

The old church building had updated features, but the stained-glass windows still cast bright red and blue light across the wooden pews.