one last time, last night—the Kephart family says goodbye to Aronimink

Last evening, my husband, son, and I joined my father for a final meal at the club that has been part of the Kephart tradition for more than thirty years.  All three Kephart children celebrated their weddings at Aronimink; my mother, brother, and sister celebrated their graduations there; my mother held an annual party for those who participated in her Great Decisions club; my mother's memorial lunch was held here.  There were Easters and Fourth of Julys.  There was, years ago, tennis, and sometimes I, better at the backhand than the forehand, even won.

But all good things do finally come to an end, and last night we raised our glasses to years spent and memories made. 

Here is my father, standing by the fire.