Watering Eyes From My Mother's Death?

The game brings it on the tension the emotion the mystery and suspense do all there is to bring on the tears the watering the eyes welling from the contest to see who will win and who will lose it is only a game as we remind ourselves.

Approximately seven days ago or on October 30, 2012 of a Saturday in the time I was closing out a game of chess to win or to lose it was that close down to the wire a phone call came from my sister Corey to inform me of the news my mother had passed on and was I upset that the call was made very early in the morning. Exceptions are made for when it is a call of a passing on of one of the dearly beloved and I was not above these exceptions. But nevertheless I was already wide awake at that time to receive the phone call but it had awakened my wife and for her to learn of my mother's death by phone at those ungodly night/morning hours. My eyes were already welling up from the strain of the chess game but one more log added to the torch on fire wasn't going to phase me one way or another. My welling eyes must have been on double duty. Believe me chess is a game of compassion