as I decend down this creaky staircase I can see a glow of a cigarette fresh brewed scent of coffee mixing a window open His morning routine though just a kid I wonder what He's thinking probably family and work hearing my footsteps, says good morning son yawning. I reply, "morning Dad I ask, " how are you today and with a chuckle he replies " I feel good and you? I say " I feel diferrent, I can feel what today may bring I don't understand" and he chuckles the next morn, there was not a glow from a cigarette, nor a hint of fresh brewed coffee only an empty chair, a closed window and a start of my new morning