Paul’s Supportive Nature
Paul had always been a steady presence in our lives, like a dependable lighthouse cutting through the fog, guiding us through uncertain waters. I could recall countless times he’d stepped in without hesitation—answering late-night calls when the kids were sick, offering calm reassurance during stressful moments, always just… there. It’s strange how easily you can overlook someone’s quiet importance until a few unexpected pieces fall into place, suddenly reframing everything you thought you understood.
Paul’s Supportive Nature
Flipping Through Memories
Lost in thought, I reached for the latest family album once more. The vibrant smiles and candid moments usually offered comfort, a warm reminder of the life we’ve built. Flipping through the pages felt like reading a beloved storybook, watching Caleb and Dylan grow—bright eyes, blond hair, laughter caught in still frames. But today, that familiar joy carried a subtle dissonance. Something about their features, so familiar yet oddly distinct, seemed to whisper an unspoken truth I hadn’t dared to hear before.
Flipping Through Memories
