But tonight, that song, those words, were a fitting tribute to the pain that tore apart his heart and ripped into his soul.Along in this house again t...night.He stared into the tumbler of Jack Daniels he held in his hand, not seeing the amber liquid. All he could see were the tears that threatened in the misty gray eyes, the look of sorrow and hurt that were now forever captured in his heart. Her suitcase in her hands, she turned and walked out the door, leaving him standing alone in the home. As I started on the second pole there was a huge flash of lightning followed almost instantly by the rattling, banging noise of a really close strike. At the same moment the electricity failed.Sarah stood rooted to the spot. She looked petrified. I told her that the power may restore itself in a few minutes. Ten minutes later it was still pouring, I do mean pouring, and the power had not come back on. I told Sarah I was going to start the generator. In a very small and frightened voice, almost. They were working in unison, as ifthey were a well-oiled machine.After a few minutes three plates of yellow rice and pigeon peas wereserved. Leslie dug in while Nigel and Nichole looked apprehensive.Nigel knew Nichole wouldn't touch the food until he ate and so he ate aspoonful and was surprised at how good it tasted. Nichole did the sameand started eating more and more. She cleared her plate in under fiveminutes, Leslie was only halfway done while Nigel was only a quarter ofthe way.Victoria. Her slim, petite body is pressed against my father’s, and I note his hands are rested on the small of her back, moving ever so slightly, caressing the natural hollow in her spine and occasionally straying a little further south, to allow his finger-tips to briefly touch the top of her pert little bottom, under the little pink dress she’s wearing.Between songs they briefly stop and chat to each other, faces barely inches apart, her arms draped over my father’s shoulders, seemingly looking.