My goodness, a person cut up into pieces! Like a pie, although the slices add up when the pie is cut thin to include the many interactions with people and situations. You see the light pieces, the positive ones. There are more. I must include my ignorance and self-deprecation slices—the doubt, steadfastness, humble and arrogance slices; the father, grandfather, husband, and son ones too.
Why not a sloppy metaphor? It’s Thanksgiving morning and I have two pumpkin pies in the oven.
Thank you for the read Romanie, and the thoughtful reply.