“Oh, I miss you...Orel. I need you in my life...Orel. And I...I...I...love you. I love you, I love you, I love you…Orel.”

There were tears in his eyes as Clay stood in front of you, pleading. He wasn’t saying that to Orel.

It was you. He loved you.

Orel sighed, “Come on Dad, it’s late.”

“No!” Clay yelled, stepping towards you in a frenzy.

Right onto the picture of you two together. It cracked down the middle under the pressure of his weight.

It was too late.