The Gold Heart

What may seem an unforgettable experience with my distorted emotions, would for another be a blessing in disguise.

While even another scenario would be a beautiful breathtaking sunrise for you but a cruel sight for another when all the while it's the darkest of days for him.

The life of Edward Gerald was like any other father and husband would do. Loud thunderous voice directing and instructing to get things done on-time and with care. He believed in tasks to be performed with honesty. It was painted prismatic torture for many that thought otherwise.

Nevertheless, that was life for him. Tow the line or be left behind. A choice each of his family members had to make.

His shoulders slumped wearily each passing day for the weight he carried both at home and at work slowly drowned him into agony. Yet he never took out on them any bitterness in action, to those that caused him pain.

Every day was a life with family and friends. Never did his heart shut the door to love. He shared openly love, nurtured and built those under his care. 

His intelligence unmeasurable got him friends and enemies alike. One thing that shone brightly was the colour of his heart.

Though now you are but just memories. A legacy that may never be forgotten and a shoe you left that never may another foot fit into. A unique gifted heart that lies silent. If any his life may live would be the ones whom he nurtured and built and those who worked with pure honesty.