Billy
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unnerving knack for putting his finger right on it, just as his mother used to do.
“Yes Billy I have”
“With Mom?”
“yes… I guess we never really talked about it much, have we?”
“No, but I understand, I think.”
“Do you? Maybe, look for what it is worth Billy, if you really feel this way, then,
well, then you can’t let anything or anyone stand in your way. You just
can’t”
Billy was stunned by the soft spoken words of his father. He saw the tears rolling down
his cheeks as he spoke them, and he could see him clenching his fists.
Carefully he got up off the chair and walked over to his father, and put his
hand on his shoulder.
His dad reached up and looked into his son’s eyes, and he couldn’t stop the tears
from flowing. In his son’s face he saw his wife’s soft cheeks, her blue
eyes and her smile, oh god he saw it all again and he couldn’t stop it,
the tears just came out.
Billy didn’t understand at first, what it was that was making his dad act this way
and it frightened him a little, to see this rock break down and suddenly
weep in front of him like this. He sat down on his father’s lap and rested
his head on his shoulder, feeling his father’s body shake to the quiet
deep sobs of pain that seemed to be taking hold of him.
“Dad please, don’t, what is it?”
It took awhile before he could find his voice. The depths of emotions were still
running high as he looked over to his young son.
“You look so much like your Mother William, it … sorry son, I guess it is simply
that you are so much like her, at times, well …”
“Well… what? Tell me, please?”
“There is so much,
I guess Billy it is that in so many ways, you are like her, it is unreal at
times. I can sit and watch you doing your homework and the way you’ll
frown when stuck, or the way you’ll say something, it just is as if she
was saying it or doing it, and it
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