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My wife lost her Dad today.

I felt firsthand the pain I've only been indirectly exposed to.

I hugged it. I felt it wrench my heart. I heard it sob. I heard it scream why. I saw its bloodshot eyes. I felt its warm tears. It made ME cry.

I don't cry.

I've lost before. But I'm strong. Things made sense. I understood why. I knew why. There hasn't been a thing that's made me less confident in myself. But:

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.

My. Whole. Life. I've been in control! I took advantage of my upbringing! I excelled in my career. I broke away from my own status quo to make something using my own advantages as stepping stones. I pursued her, and I won. I made a family for myself. I made a career for myself. I made myself.

But I couldn't stop this.

I'm privleged. Things don't turn out this way for me. I  made sure things don't turn out this way for me. I dismiss failure. I succeed at everything I do. There's nothing I can't do. Whatever pursue happens.

Except I can't make him come back.

I'd climb mountains to bring him back so she can smile. I'd make millions to bring him back for her. I'd make billions. I'd kill. I'd destroy worlds. I would make universes cease to exist if it meant she'd smile.

But it won't bring him back.

I've failed.

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