The Funeral of my Wife

Here is a picture of me taken just before the death of my wife.

The funeral service held for my wife was quite a tragic one, for the first time I shared a moment more depressing than any other with my son. We held each other and cried until we no longer could.

After that things have not been the same. I've been severely but secretly depressed. I feel if I were to show Jerry that I had the feeling almost as if I could not go on that he would lose all hope in me and fear for his own protection. Jerry is a good kid and I would hate to get in the way of his well-being.

Sometimes he can be a pain though, one day he caught me in the bathroom and he had a camera.