My beloved Uncle Johnnie lived in a 1000 year old home in Norfolk England called Monks Hall. The kitchen was (and still is) the heart of the house where Uncle Johnnie would sit and have his breakfast every day at 5:30 am, about the same time the first in a steady stream of visitors would come in. Uncle Johnnie was a truly happy man, loved and respected by everyone who knew him. Two weeks after Uncle Johnnie died, my brother went through the house taking pictures to have a visual record of what each room looked like. I was in the kitchen and watched my brother take this photograph. It has not been doctored in any way, it was not created by a malfunction of the digital camera, nor could it be a double exposure. My brother and I were the only people in the room at the time, or so I thought. What do you think?