This is such a strange situation.
I mean…
I guess it’s strange to realize how… God, what’s the word?
No. That’s a bullshit question. I know exactly what the word is. It’s strange for me to realize how young I am. It’s strange for me to realize how this situation affects me.
Really, when I started all of this it had everything to do with gratitude for all Daddy did for my mom, for my family, and me. It also had a lot to do with feeling a very powerful and very intense sense of sadness for how he gave up his life for us.
I mean, I had an idea that my role should be to comfort him.
I had an idea that my role should be to give him an opportunity to receive a measure of happiness and joy he’s entitled to but doesn’t receive now. It never really occurred to me that d
