a widow and an orphan

She had tried to give him everything he needed.
Tried to make him happy.
Let him lick the crumbs off his plate,
Let him fall asleep watching tv sometimes.

Within reason.

She wanted her son to be happy.
But then his father died
and so did reason.

Bryon was different from a dog, or a cat.
Getting into fights, drinking, hanging out till three in the morning,
that made him happy.
Didn't it?

He wouldn't be happy if he had to sit around at home
he would've been
if his father was still alive
they would have been best friends
they would have played football in the backyard
but his father wasn't

Bryon needed this.
And Bryon could handle it,
he handled his father's death
he handled the funeral
Bryon was so strong
wasn't he?