A Last Supper

My father, brother, sister and I met to celebrate dad's 86th birthday. It was, in my brothers words 'like being a family' again, with both the joy and annoyances. Since our eldest brother died over 30 years ago, and mom over 6, the beauty, poignancy, and love of being with my siblings and father, around that same dinner table we grew up with, was for me, a Last Supper. It was a Last Supper because it spoke of the divinity of love. After all these years our broken family we broke bread, thanked god for our day and our health, and shared one more meal of love and food … together. - pseudomonk