loudly enough that someone in the back row turned around.
The following spring, Frank passed away peacefully at home.
Owen was beside him.
So was I.
Lisa joined us by phone.
For almost two months before that, Frank rarely recognized Owen.
But the night before he died, he woke in the middle of the night.
Owen was sitting beside him.
Frank studied his face.
Then asked,
“Did you see the ending?”
Owen didn’t understand.
“The ending of what?”
“Spider-Man.”
Owen began to cry.
“I saw it, Dad.”
“All of it?”
