Insightful essay with a few nuggets for ballast. Nuggets that resonate while also open to grander issues. Nevertheless, thank you for the words and their message from the teller who lived it.

I experienced the other side, the father with a son who sad over and over again. I don't want to live. I'm tired. Exhausted. Finished. Over and over again as he entered the crucible.

His journey continues but you can see the last of this moment while as confessions flow, I admit to the notion, what you say and do is everything. Or nothing. Or a mystery but do something you must. And that I did. Doing and being there, each time, was what really mattered. The rest, well as time and circumstance would have it, it was in the winds of fate. And love. Mostly, love,