the trick is to keep breathing

The holidays can be pretty hard when you're an orphan, regardless of your age.
I've been without Mama since 2 January 2001 and without Daddy since 26 April 2009.
Sigh.
This marked the third Christmas that Bob Wiley has spent without his mom.
I'm not sure how long ago it was that his dad died, but it's been more than ten years.
I do know that Sam Johnson was still alive, and Sam's great heart stopped a week before my father's did.
Bob's family was small; now, there remains only his brother and himself.
Two nights ago, Bob almost took leave of this planet.
Fortunately, his step-daughter rescued him, but he is fighting an uphill battle against depression, despair, and desolation.
Now, he has a GoFundMe page to help him get back on his feet.
He isn't trying to amass a fortune... just $500 to get back on his feet.
I've chipped in, with hopes he will soon gain some solace.
The world is full of deep, dark sadness...
I try to not be part of it nor to give in to it.

Hang in there, Bob.
Tomorrow is on its way.