Rick

When I was 10 my father had a breakdown.He stayed home all day,smoked a lot,drank some,and often stared at his extended hand,which visibly tremored.My mother went to work full time,and they argued in the evenings.Eventually,we adapted to our strangely altered lives,but it left its mark.Altho my dad lived to 96,my mom 90,they never spoke of these events,not once.Yet for me the tragedy is that "I" never asked...not once.