this morning #424.

this morning, all that he needed was a firm hand holding his shoulder, holding him steady in his grief. when that hand finally came, it pushed the pressure down from his head to his heart & out through his fingers. the sudden pounding in his head exploded out into a desperate fist pounding on the table. the firm hand eased off of his shoulder & let him let it out. the load of loss. the total cost of keeping it in instead of weeping it out. he turned to the man standing behind him & the tears finally started flowing, showing that regardless of his efforts to hide his affection for his father, despite all the disfunction & disconnection, his dad stood behind him in more ways than one.