Mr. Rolman tried to quit smoking, mostly for guilt over his son.
I’m abandoning him! Making him feel bad! Making him think I don’t want to be around him . . . and like it’s his fault. I keep hurting him just so I can…
And long after Mr. Rolman had forgotten all the words said in session that day with the group, there was what could only be described as an abiding love . . . dignified, silly, and tender . . . like an old friend invited to live in the Rolman home. The love would come to rest hidden at the heart of everything Mr. Rolman did. Though he would never understand.
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