Picking Up the Pieces, After His Father Died…

He’d started, picking up the pieces, after his father died, that was, the very first time, in, a VERY long time that he’d, come back home too…

Picking up the pieces, after his father died, this surely, was, NO easy task, he’d stayed, by his grieving mother’s side, to accompany her, to try, to make her feel better, for losing the man she’d loved, for, over fifty years.

not my photograph…

Picking up the pieces, after his father died, it was, NOT at all, what he’d hoped to do, after all, his father still, appeared to him, like a beacon, that will, NEVER die. And, he is now, picking up the pieces, after his father died. He’d started, remembering, how when he was little, his interactions with his father, and, he was, suddenly, overwhelmed with, a mixture of emotions.

Picking up the pieces, after his father died, it wasn’t easy, but, he’d become, the man of the house overnight, supported his mother emotionally, because she became, especially fragile, and needy, after his father died………

not my photo still…