What tragedy in unending awareness—to know of what was, could be, could have been. A thread pulled bare between reality and ideal, he peers through the veil to a life and lives brighter, gentler, kinder. A child content, a kingdom happy, a family—𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, and the simple fact it could be called one.