cleared clouded broke
I'm sure my father realized it at a(n)  similar  moment.And I certainly didn't notice or understand.At first, he was a giant who held my hand and  [MASK]  my sky.Then a middle-aged man who paid my bills.Now, decades after his passing, a much-loved  shadow  .But I can remember the last time I hugged him in his home, where I always had a room.I can only hope to leave my son the same.