[He'll pull back after a moment, but...just let him stay for a second longer.

Feeling. Thinking.]

I've just been thinking...or, trying to think, I guess...of what my Dad would have done if he were here.

I don't remember my Mom...she died when I was really young. But there isn't...really a whole lot of her for me to remember her by, you know? I don't know if it's just a coincidence, or....if Dad couldn't handle seeing it in the house.

But it's sad thinking that way.