He suddenly, incomprehensibly, lost his wife a few years ago. He hunched down, the weight of the world on his shoulders. And he lost weight.
He lost his best friend 6 months ago. He hunched down some more. And lost some more weight.
He lost his dog, the only company he had left, 2 months ago. He is bent down so low now. And more weight – lost.
This is my father.
And that – is his mailbox. That number – used to say 11.