At 82, I Found

article your daughter mailed me as a letter—whether I had forgiven myself honestly. Not entirely. But more than before. Maybe that is all old age gives us: not innocence, but a cleaner sorrow.

At the bottom, she wrote:

Do not chase ghosts, Frank. They are only mirrors in poor lighting.
Evelyn

Frank smiled sadly.

He hung the painting in the hallway, not continue reading …